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S^diatiott U iU gix^i Mxixm. 



TO 
MY MOTHER. 

IP words of mine one soul may lead 

From ways of sin and death, to find 
The place where God that soul shall feed, 

And to His Throne with love shall bind 
The weary heart, I ask no more. 

"What better can I leave behind, 
Than record of that blessed store 

Of God's great love for human-kind ? 



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TO 
MY WIFE. 

"FAITHFUL AND TRUE." 
" When the warmest feelings wither, 
And the dearest hopes decay ; 
To thee — to thee — thou knowest, 

Whate'er my lot may be. 
For comfort and for happiness. 
My spirit turns to thee." 

Beloved best of all on earth by me. 
Like running brook my love flows on to thee 
Through months and years, to all eternity. 
My love the brook ; thy love the open sea, 
Absorbing love in love, yet giving love to me. 
Thy heart of hearts, my heart doth rest upon ; 
And heaven to earth, it bringeth down to me, 
Till all my soul is filled with sweet and radiant joy, 
And I have naught to wish. ' ' 



^ttfatt. 



The first edition was entitled " Christmas Carols 
and other Verses," but the carols form so little portion 
of the present work, the old title seemed a misnomer. 

All the verses and carols in the first book are con- 
tained in this, 

H. G. B. 



i!l0titent0. 



PAGE 

Vesper Bells i 

Pleasant Words 3 

Kindly Words 5 

Ambition 6 

Fame 6 

An Old Portrait 7 

Be Still, Sad Heart 9 

AchingHearts ii 

Little Things 13 

The Blue-Bell 14 

Autumn 14 

Forget-Me-Not . 15 

Domine Miserere 16 

The Tears of Jesus 19 

*"Tis Said he Never Smiled." 24 

The Disciple is not Above his Master .... 26 

St. Luke's Church, Germantown, Pennsylvania . . 31 

How Does the Rain Come ? 34 

The Answered Prayer 39 

Eternity 42 

A Threnody 43 

One Hundred Years Ago 44 

Pennsylvania : The Prayer of her Loyal Sons . . 46 

Long, Long Ago 48 

Query 50 

The Moon 51 



VI 



CONTENTS. 



That Dainty Finger 

The Beautiful Sea . . . , 

Daisy's Cat ...... 

Forty-Nine 

To Mr. Richard E. Burton 

To My Mother 

To a Lady on her Sixty-Seventh Birthday 
To a Lady on her Seventy-Ninth Birthday 

To T. H. F 

To J. M. R. on his Twenty-First Birthday 
In Memoriam ..... 

Sympathy ..... 

Hymns and Carols : 

Advent ...... 

The Bridegroom Cometh 

The Christmas Bells .... 

Joyfully, Joyfully, Angels are Singing 
Carol ...... 

On the First Bright Christmas Day 
The Epiphany ..... 

The Star of Bethlehem 

The Holy Child . 

Good-Friday 

Lent 

Easter 

He is Risen ! He is Risen 

An Easter Carol 

Bright Easter Day 

Ascension 

Whitsuntide 

Come, Holy Spirit 

Faith, Hope, Charity 

Hymn to the Trinity 

S. Barnabas 



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CONTENTS. Vii 

PAGE 

Saint Augustine io6 

Saint John Baptist io8 

"Theotokos" no 

The Good Shepherd 112 

The Cross 114 

The Cross of Jesus 115 

Light of the World 116 

Penitence . . . . . . . . .118 

Adoration ......... 120 

The Name of Jesus 122 

Evening Hymn ........ 124 

Forgiveness . . . . . . . .125 

Hymn for a Mission 127 

Lenten Hymn ........ 129 

Children . . * 130 

Jerusalem 131 

Thine Forever 133 

Except it Die 134 

Adeste Fideles 135 

Wanderers : 

Dear Guiding Presence 143 

Self- Surrender ,145 

He Careth for Thee .,...,. 147 
The Tapestry Weavers 149 



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The rosy clouds fade in the west, 

And pass away from sight, 
While o'er the mountain's rugged crest 

(Sweet harbingers of night ! ) 
The vesper bells ring out the praise 
Of Him who crowns with love the days, 

We in His Name delight. 

The storm-clouds gather, dark and gray. 
As evening shades draw near ; 

The pealing thunder far away 
Falls trembling on the ear ; 

Yet still the evening bells awake 

The vesper call, our prayers to make 
In love and holy fear. 

The drifting snow goes flying fast 

O'er cottage and o'er hall ; 
The storm-tossed ships ride in the blast, 

Nor fear what may befall ; 
While evening bells once more we hear. 
As bidding men no storm to fear 

For God is all in ail. 

I 



VESPER BELLS. 

In cloud or sunshine, joy or woe, 

God's love is still the same ; 
His arm protects from every foe, 

If, trusting in His Name, 
At sound of evening bells we haste 
And bend the knee that love to taste 

In consecrated fane. 

'Tis not alone the music sweet 

Of those dear bells we hear ; 
But to those hearts attuned to meet 

Our God, by faith so near, 
They tell of glory all our own, 
When we before the Great White Throne, 

Freed from our bonds, appear. 



pleasant tDor&s. 



"Pleasant words are as an honeycomb, sweet to the soul, 
and health to the bones." — Proverbs xvi. 24. 



Pleasant Words are full of sweetness 
To the heart oppressed with care ; 

Peace they bring, and bounteous gladness, 
Light and love the garb they wear. 

Treasured more by far than rubies, 
Yet, alas ! how sadly rare ! 

Pleasant Words come to the weary 
Like a sweet and dreamless sleep ; 

Strength, and life, and health bestowing, 
As from fountains broad and deep. 

Welling up in sandy deserts 

Sparkling waters onward sweep. 

Pleasant Words are words of comfort, 

Messengers of trust and love, 
Laden well with richest blessings 

From the treasure-house above ; 
Borne on wings of hope and mercy, 

Gentle as the Holy Dove. 



PLEASANT WORDS. 

Pleasant Words of quiet meekness 
Scatter doubts and banish fears ; 

Angry tongues may gather round us, 
Crushing hopes and causing tears ; 

Words of kindness heal the anguish, 
Darkness flies, and light appears. 

FIeasa?it IVords of large compassion 
Spring from tender hearts and true ; 

Strong with gladness, hope and courage- 
Ever old and ever new, 

Leading souls with sorrow burdened 
Earth's dark journey safely through. 

Pleasant Words are like the noonday, 

Cheering with a glad delight ; 
Falsehood's breath may scorch and hurt us, 

Turning all our day to night : 
Friendship's words of trustful pleading 

Cover all our paths with light ! 



mnUu toorba 



•' He is kind to the unthankful and to the evil."— S. Luke : vi. 35. 



Do you know there is some one waiting 

For that kindly word of yours : 
A heart that is sore, with its aching 

Sad burden of sorrow's hours ? 

Do you know a voice that is crying 

For love both tender and true : 
Of Faith, in a heart that is dying 

For a word of love from you ? 

Speak ! One word, to that heart now breaking. 
That Brother of yours and mine : 

Oh trust me : — new life will be waking. 
New light in those eyes will shine. 

Wait not for the morrow that's coming, 

To-morrow will never be ; 
To-day is the time for our doing. 

The time for you and for me. 

Speak now ; for the day is fast waning, 

And darkness will come apace : 
If a soul you would now be gaining, 

Speak the Love that's in your face. 



KINDLY WORDS, 

Help, help for a life that is broken : 
A word that is clear and true ; 

The "kindly word," just now, if spoken, 
A blessing will bring to you. 

'Twill banish despair and its blindness, 
From a faint and weary one ; 

One word that is full of God's kindness, 
And a life-work you have done. 



Ambition. 



A BUBBLE, quickly blown in air, 

And shining : Oh ! so wondrous fair ! 

'Tis gone ! And nothing left behind, 
But disappointment, and the wind ! 



JTame. 



'Tis but the writing of a name 

On air. The zephyr comes, and there 
Is nothing left of this great flame 

Of torture, but the question : Where ? 



^n mh IJortrait. 



What face is this, with eyes which stare 
And follow one, whichever way 
He turns, as if it longed to say : 

" How now, my man ; what do you there ? " 
This painted shadow on the wall. 

How grim it looks in that strange dress 
Of velvet, frills, and costly lace : 
A stern and hardened, sordid face. 

Here held in still and close duress. 
This painted shadow on the wall. 

One wonders now, did ever sound 
Of gentle words from those lips come 
And bid a welcome here, to some 

Whose life with his, was ever bound ? 
This painted shadow on the wall 1 

It matters not what name he bore, 
Nor what his lordly titles were : 
But one may ask : What was he there ? 
What was his life ? The very core ? 
This painted shadow on the wall. 

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AN OLD PORTRAIT. 

Turn now away. Those lips are dust, 
The eyes are gone for evermore : 
The dress has rotted which he wore, 

And pride has gone, where all pride must. 
This painted shadow on the wall. 

One can but wonder at the strife 
Of men, to leave behind them here 
A name — a memory — a fear, 

Something to tell of their brief life, 
If but a shadow on the wall. 

Howe'er men scheme ; howe'er men toil. 
Most are forgotten in the end : 
This, this is what it comes to, friend : 

The passing time does but assoil 
This painted shadow on the wall. 



Be StiU 0ab i^eart. 



"Heaviness may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the 

morning." 



Be still sad heart ; heed not the storm 

Of angry voices gath'ring loud ; 
The day will break — both bright and warm — 

Undimmed by any earthly cloud. 

No more shall foes around thee press, 
With malice, hate and envious tongue ; 

No more, sad heart, thy hope repress, 
While ruthless hands thy woes prolong. 

No more shalt thou the bitter cup 

Of fond hopes crushed — of cruel jeers — 

With trembling and with fear take up. 
To drink with sorrow's scalding tears. 

The Father's love a balm will find 

To heal thy wounds and cheer thy way; 

Thy bleeding heart His Hand will bind, 
And all thy burden bear away. 

Thy righteousness, as sunlight clear. 
All men shall know ; and they shall see 

Thy justice as the noon appear ; 

While Christ thy light and rest shall be. 

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lO BE STILL, SAD HEART. 

Be Still, sad heart ; the time draws near 
When tears shall dim thine eyes no more 

When angel voices thou shalt hear, 
And glory gild the distant shore. 

Be patient then ; thy heavy cross 
Will but endure a single night ; 

Stand firm for truth, count all else loss, 
And joy shall come with morning light ! 



3.cl)mg ^tort0. 



The heart knoweth his own bitterness." 



The world is full of aching hearts, 

Each with its own unrest ; 
And sin has formed a poisoned dart 

For every human breast. 

Some cry aloud beneath the load 

Of overmastering sin : 
With hearts a-bleeding from the goad 

Which conscience presses in. 

Some weep alone in bitter grief, 

Sore longing for the hour 
When death itself shall bring relief 

From Satan's awful power. 

And oh ! for hearts in anguish rent. 

With slander's bitter tongue ; 
Bearing the woe in secret sent 

By which the soul is wrung : 

Crushed, bruised, and bleeding by the hand 
That should defend and shield ; 

Struck by the brother, who should stand 
In life's sad battle-field, — 

II 



12 ACHING HEARTS. 

To turn aside th' envenomed dart 
Of envy, malice, hate ; 

And nobly bear a brother's part, 
And share a brother's fate. 

Oh, pity show the aching heart ! 

Turn not away in scorn ; 
Lest mercy from thy life depart, 

Which should that life adorn. 

'Tis better far, with love to hide 
The shame, (if shame there be,) 

Than with an open mouth deride, 
And lose sweet Charity ! 



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" Let me, I pray thee, drink a little water from thy pitcher." 

— Gen. xxiv. 17. 

Only a little cold water, 

But every drop will tell ; 
The pitcher would soon be empty. 

Were drops not in the well. 

Only a poor little penny ; 

I had no more to give ; 
But as pennies make the dollars, 

'Twill help some cause to live. 

Only a few bits of ribbon, 
And toys that were not new ; 

But they made the sick child happy, 
And made me happy, too. 

Only some faded old garments — 

I had no more to spare ; 
But they helped to clothe the needy, 

And they are everywhere. 

Only a few words of comfort, 

That nothing cost to say ; 
But the poor old man died happy. 

They cheered him on the way. 

13 



14 LITTLE THINGS. 

God loveth a cheerful giver, 

Though gift be poor and small ; 

What doth he think of his children, 
Who never give at all ? 



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The Blue-Bell on the Alpine heights. 

But echo is, of Alpine light. 
As I passed by, it seemed to say : 

To Heaven 1 To God ? This is the way ! 



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A flush of fever on the face 

Of nature : and it holds full sweep. 
A sign of death which comes a pace ? 

Methinks 'tis but the sign of sleep. 



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The Father gave all flowers a name, 

And each one had its own ; 
But soon a wee one backward came, 

And, standing by His Throne, 
With timid grace and trembling frame, 

The modest blue eyes fell ; 
And then it said, almost with shame, 

" How it can be I cannot tell. 
But Father dear, my name ! my name ! 

Alas ! I have forgot ! " 
The Father kindly said, — " No blame, 

My child, — Forget-me-not I " 



IS 



JDomine iHtsercrc. 



(A Paraphrase.) 



I WILL arise and to my Father go ! 

Alas ! And when I throw me at His Feet, 

What can I say ? I left my Father's House, 

And gathered of the fruit my folly sowed ; 

The taste was bitter, and I then returned. 

I once returned, and once I was forgiven. 

My heart again rebelled. Again returned, 

And yet again I was forgiven all ! 

The penitential vow upon my lips, 

The kiss Paternal warm upon my cheek, 

And still about my neck the Golden Chain 

With which he pledged and bound me to His love 

Again, and yet again, I spurned the gift. 

God ! I dare not come to plead with Thee ! 

1 dare not even lift my eyes to Heaven, 
Lest in the look there be offence and sin. 
I dare not offer Thee a wish or vow, 

Lest in Thine awful Wisdom Thou should'st see 
Sin in the wish, or falsehood in the vow. 
If I should say, " I fear Thee," that is false ; 
For if I feared Thee, could I madly brave 
The awful threatenings of Thy broken Law 
i6 



DOMINE MISERERE. 1 

For every empty bauble of the world ? 

If I should say, '^ I love Thee," that, alas ! 

Is falsehood too. True love is dutiful, 

Patient, submissive, fearing to offend. 

Obedient, grateful. I am none of these. 

And if I plead the penitential tear ; 

The firm resolve to " go and sin no more " ; 

Dost thou not know that ere the false tear dries, 

I do again the very sin I wept ; 

And even while the vow is on the lip, 

The heart is with the idol it renounced ? 

/ come to Thee ? There's something in the thought 

So strange, so fearful ; something in the way 

So dark, I cannot even lift mine eyes. 

My sins have taken such a hold on me, 

I cannot look into my Father's Face ! 

— But I can come to Thee, my Saviour ! God, 
And yet my Brother ! Who Thyself hast trod 
The very earth we walk on — Who hast shared 
Our needs and felt our sorrows ; been tempted 
E'en as we are ; whose in-earthed Spirit here 
Made proof of all things in us, save our sin ; — 
Aye, and that, too ; for it was that which broke 
By its dread weight the Heart that knew no sin. 
Still, I can come to Thee, my Saviour, Friend, 
For I have something I can say to Thee. 
I tell thee not of duty, love or fear. 
Of penitence, or tears, or aught of mine ; 
But something would I whisper of Thine own. 

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1 8 DO MINE MISERERE. 

The tender pity, moving Thee in Heaven ; 

The love that Thou hast promised and hast proved 

As never love was pledged or proved till then. 

Not for Thy friends, for friends Thou had'st not one ; 

But for Thy foes, for false ones such as I. 

Oh, go then for me to my Father's House, 

And tell Him — one who cannot come for shame, 

For very shame ; who has no more to say : — 

Has been with Thee to plead Thy Precious Blood 

For Pardon that I dare not ask again. 

Say — for Thou know'st how bitter are the husks 

On which this false world feeds my heart — how I. 

In secret, sorrow for my Father's House, 

But still am torn and tempted from His Door. 

Nay, my Redeemer ! say not aught of me. 

But only that Thou knowest me, and that 

Thou lovest, and did'st shed Thy Blood for me ; 

Lost as I am, that Thou would'st have me saved ; 

False as I am, that Thou would'st make me true ; 

Foul as I am, that Thou would'st have me clean ; 

Weak as I am, that Thou would'st make me strong, 

And find me prayers when I can pray no more. 

Perchance, for Thy dear sake, He will forbear, 

And give me back the love I threw away. 

Perchance, for Thee, His Arms will once again 

Embrace His erring, wayward, sinful child ! 

So shall my soul at last return in peace, 

And find Redemption in Thy Precious Blood. 



®l)e ^tat5 of Sc9U0. 



" And when He was come near, He beheld the city, and wept 
over it." — S. Luke xix. 41. 



The tears of Jesus ! What the secret woe 
Which caused the Son of God to weep, as erst 
His eyes looked on the radiant beauty of 
The City of His love, all glorious with 
Its glittering pinnacles of light? 
Jerusalem ! The vision bright of Peace ; 
The hill of Zion, from whence comes all good 
To man ! " Salvation cometh of the Jews." 

Like a fair bride in festal splendor robed, 

Her streets are decked with garlands for the feast ; 

The waving Palms — the sign of victory ; 

The loud acclaim, " Hosanna ! " yet again 

" Hosanna ! " and the surging crowd pours forth 

With shout triumphal, while " Hosanna ! " still 

Rings through the air in welcome to a King ! 

No sound of brazen trumpet racks the ear ; 

No pomp, no grandeur of an earthly pride ; 

But meek and lowly — eyes bedewed with tears. 
The rightful Monarch comes to claim His own ! 
The dark deep green of Kedron's sunny vale ; 
The plains of Jericho, in broad expanse 

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20 THE TEARS OF JESUS. 

Beyond the Mount of Olives lay : and far, 

Far in the distance, stood the purple hills 

Of Moab, whence the blessing came from one 

Who would have cursed, but God withheld the voice, 

And thrice into a blessing turned his words. 

The city, basking in the glory of 
That Eastern sky, uplifted proud and high 
Its stately palaces and gleaming walls. 
As if in welcome to the gathering tribes 
Fast coming up to keep within its gates 
The Passover of God. 

The Temple, with 
Its more than regal beauty, stood alone. 
And flashed its golden glory in the light 
Which bathed its courts and groves with sweet and soft 
Effulgence. Oh, how bright the scene that lay 
Before those tear-dimmed eyes ! The busy hum 
Of preparation for the feast went on, 
And cloudy pillars of dark smoke rose up 
To tell of burning sacrifice for sin. 
The hosts of fair Judea's land had come 
(As was their custom year by year) to pay 
Their vows to Israel's God. 

And Jesus wept ! 
Where lay the secret of the tears which stained 
The Face of Him, Whose overflowing Heart 
Yearned with a mighty love, and such deep, full, 
And sweet compassion for the chosen ones 
Of God ? 



THE TEARS OF JESUS. 

Their " Day of Visitation " came, 
And yet they knew it not. Their tithes of mint 
And anise, and sweet herbs of lesser kind, 
They paid with strictness, but neglected all 
The weightier matters of the law, and left 
The Sacred Temple of their God to be 
Defiled by those who made of righteousness 
A gain, until their coffers groaned with gold. 
A den of thieves the House of Prayer was made ; 
And sin ran riot, while the Priests of God 
Hushed the Prophetic Voice, and hand joined hand 
In all forbidden things. The loud-voiced prayers 
Of Scribe and Pharisee rose up to heaven. 
While yet they mocked in pride th' Anointed One 
Who came in such humility, to draw 
Them back to love and duty,ere the curse 
All self-imposed, came forth to scatter them 
Throughout the distant nations of the earth, 
And leave in ghastly ruin, the one spot 
To them and to their children all, most dear. 

And Jesus wept ! 'Tis said He never smiled. 
In all the years He wandered here, to bind 
The hearts so broken, cleanse the souls so foul. 
And heal the sick, sad-hearted, weary ones 
Who gladly sought His healing touch of love. 
Rebellious children of the Most High God 
Flaunted their foul corruption in the face 
Of heaven, and made God's dwelling place a den 
Of robbers ! 



22 THE TEARS OF JESUS. 

It was this that made Him weep 
Those tears of love and pity, as He went 
To plead yet once again, with those He came 
To save, ere times should come (now drawing near,) 
Which brought its scourge of desolation. 

Once 
Again He cried, " Jerusalem ! O thou 
" Who stoned and killed the Prophets in thy rage, 
" I would have gathered thee as doth the hen 
" Her tender brood, and made thee all My Own. 
" Ye would not hear My Voice, and now behold 
*' The curse of desolation on thee rests ! 
" All, all this goodly pile shall be thrown down, 
" Nor stone shall be upon another left ! 
*' The flower of thine offspring shall go forth 
" With by-word, and with hissing, and with curse ! " 

He wept because He saw that ruin lay 
In wait, until the time should come wherein 
All prophecy should be fulfilled, and tears 
Would take the place of laughing pride and joy 
With which the city rang in careless glee. 
And not for these alone. He saw beyond, 
Far down the track of time, how gathering sin 
Of generations then unborn, would swell 
The mighty torrent of the world's full crime. 
And wash the earth with blood ! 

He wept ! 
He wept for sins which then were all unknown ; 
The woeful sins whose rushing flood poured in 



THE TEARS OF JESUS. 23 

Upon His Heart, until it burst for grief 

On that dread Cross, whereon His outstretched Arms 

Would fain have blessed the world, as from a throne ! 

He wept for us ! And shall our eyes be dry 

While yet the faithful voice within us, calls 

To our remembrance all the slighted love 

Of that great Heart, Who poured in streams of blood 

A ransom for our souls ? 

O Earth ! Earth ! Earth ! 
Why go ye whirling on in mad carouse ! 
The Mighty Hand, the bleeding Form upon 
The dripping Cross — High Watch-Tower of the 

World !— 
But waits that from this murky vale of death 
One sign of penitential grief may come 
To ask the life which He alone can give. 
O Earth ! turn from thy revel dark and wild. 
While yet the day of grace is found ! 

Thy tears 
Shall win from Him who shed His tears for thee, 
A Benediction of Eternal Peace ! 



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'<i;i0 0atb i|c Ncocr 0milc&." 



"The Tears of Jesus," by Rev. Dr. Batterson. 



Sweet Mary — mother, pure and bless'd ! did not 
" Thy Holy Son catch one bright human smile 
From thy dear lips ? Did not thy tender eyes 
And brow " as fair as wheat " call forth the smiles 
Of filial love to linger on the Man of Sorrow's lips ? 

The Son of Man was like to us, save sin. 
Joy, love, and kindness smile ; the blessed seal 
Of peace, bears the charmed impress of a smile : 
Jehovah smiles in sunshine, wave and flower, 
And in the eye-like depths of azure sky. 
Surely " God with us " such tokens gave. 
When people " wondered at His gracious words," 
When His sweet tones of power raised up the sick. 
When " Maid, arise ! " He said, and health's warm glow 
Chased Death's gray shadow from her pale cold cheek. 
When the weeping widow-mother, received 
Her only son alive, from off the bier, 
A calm, grave, holy smile assur'dly set 
In Godhead glory on His lip and brow. 
Within the quiet home at Bethany 
A friend's kind smile of gentle sympathy 
His holy visage must have touched with grace. 
" Suffer the little ones to come," He said. 
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"'776- SAID HE NEVER SMILED." 25 

Could Hands of blessing press those fair young heads 
Without a smile upon His loving face ? 
Ev'n human love in the foul grasp of shame 
And pain and death, will smile on one's beloved. 
The cruel cross, the Father's hidden face 
Sin-burden on a world, which caused His cry. 
The mighty throes of all our human death. 
Could not quench the smile of the words of love — 
" Behold Thy mother ! "— " Woman, behold thy son." 

M. G. 

These beautiful lines appeared shortly after the publication of 
** The Tears of Jesus," and as one would not have them lost, they 
are printed here. The author is unknown. 



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" Called to be Saints ! " 

This call to all men comes ! 
And will the soul refuse what it must bear, 
To win that name which God alone can give ? 

It came to me when heart and mind were sore 
And whelmed with pain and grief. 

I closed my ears 
And would not hear the gentle call, nor give 
Response, because my work in life was wrecked. 

Rude hands had torn away the structure I 
Had made; and stripped me of all peace, all joy, 
And in the ashes of my buried hopes 
I sat to wear away my life in tears. 
With bitter thoughts of bitter things that come 
From man to man, and sweep away all faith 
In saints or sinners, or in any thing. 
And while I wept, the voice of that sweet prayer — 
" From lack of charity, from envy, hate 
And malice, O good Lord deliver us," 
Fell on my heart with tender, kind rebuke. 

Oh how my heart did ache, to think of all 
The misery that this fair world can hold. 

The cursed voice of hateful slander came : 

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THE DISCIPLE IS NOT ABOVE HIS MASTER. 27 

And writhing with the pain, my heart grew faint. 

The keen and piercing shaft of envy cut 
Asunder life-long dreams, and hopes so fair ; 
While hatred, steeped in malice foul, kept watch 
About the way, with hot desire that one 
Misstep might come, and so fair fame be made 
As black as hellish power can make a name. 

Around the pathway, seeming friends (but false 
At heart, and filled with treacherous blood), would 

fawn 
And cringe and flatter ; waiting only for 
The hour some willing ear would open wide 
Its secret chambers, to receive a lie ! 

The weary round, from morning's golden flush 
Of light, day after day pursued in search 
Of troubled and sad-hearted ones ; whose lives 
A ray of brightness and of joy might gain, 
Before the night of gloom should bring the end. 
Found no reward, because unbridled tongues 
And angry voices loud, turned all the joy 
Of serving hopeless hearts, to bitterness ; 
While jealous, wrangling strife sought out each day 
How best to sting the heart and wound the soul. 

From this my heart rebelled. I cried aloud 
Against the cruel, cruel wrong, which came 
From those best loved. From those to whom my heart 
Gave strong assurance of a faith in them 
Which time should ne'er disturb. 

From those with whom 
I walked unto the House of God as friends. 



25 THE DISCIPLE IS NOT ABOVE HIS MASTER. 

And sat at meat with confidence that all 
My love was but an echo of their own. 

Yet, all along these hearts and tongues were fain 
To compass sore destruction. 

One there was 
Among this crowd of recreant fellow-men ; 
The one among them all, to whom I gave 
My love and trust with open heart. Yet he 
Was chief among the throng of heartless ones 
Who broke their plighted word, and sapped anon 
The faith of those who owed me most. 

I cried 
In very anguish, at the wrong and hate 
Which so beset my way ; but all in vain ; 
Nor tears, nor cries availed to touch one soul 
Among them all. 

Shrinking in agony 
I fled to find some place where I might hide 
Away from sight and sound of such most foul 
And shameful words. 

' ' Called to be Saints I ' ' Again 
I heard that voice. It spoke to me and said : 

" Be still, oh weary child, and in thy woe 
" See but the Hand of an all-pitying God, 
"Who sends this Cross, to test thy faith and love. 

" Take up thy Cross, though heavy it may be, 
*' And wear it bravely for the sake of Him 
" Who bore His Cross amid the scoffs and jeers 
" Of those for whom He came in love to die. 

" Above the Master, none can ever be. 



THE DISCIPLE IS NOT ABOVE HIS MASTER. 29 

" He had a Judas always at His side ; 

" Who with Him sat at meat from day to day. 

" Think not to make escape ; one cannot win 
" The commendation there, of His ' Well done.' 
'' By throwing off the burden He has given ; 
" And if, with Him to suffer, bring a crown 
'* Of fadeless splendor when the work is done ; 
" Be strong, and take no heed of all the pain 
" Which comes from hateful wrath of man. 
" Look through the storm ; on through the blinding 

tears, 
" And see the nail-pierced hands outstretched for thee, 
" To heal the hurt, and give thee rest and peace. 

" God will avenge the wrong : 'Vengeance is Mine ' 
" He truly saith ; so, take Him at His word, 
" And go thy way, rejoicing that He calls 
" Thee to His Arms, e'en though the journey thence 
" Be through the vale of bitterness and tears." 

" Called to be Saints /" 

Let this thy watchword be 
" As true Disciple of the dying Lord, 
" And He, the King of every saintly soul, 
*' Will take thy burden, when the goal is won, 
" And give a Crown of everlasting joy." 

Another voice there was, which gently said : 
" The Saints are those who can forgive, nor once, 
" Nor twice, nor thrice ; but seven and seventy times, 
" And with forgiveness pray, that God would grant 



30 THE DISCIPLE IS NOT ABOVE HIS MASTER. 

" Repentance and a better mind to those 
" Who do the wrong." 

My soul responsive cried 
At last. My sins, my sins, O God forgive, 
And grant me grace to say : Each wrong I will 
Forgive, although unasked ; for I would be 
Forgiven, as I do forgive. 

Sweet peace 
Suffused my soul, for I the voice had heard : 
" The servant is not higher than his Lord ; 
" And those who would the highest place attain, 
" Must first begin to take the lowest room." 

'' Called to be Saints f' 

O trembling souls, be sure 
The saintly crown can only come from out 
The cloud and shade of true humility. 
And that of times, is born of pain and grief. 



0t Cuke'0 €l)urcl), ©cnnmitoton, 
|)cnu0|)lwama. 



Lines Suggested by the Sermon Preached by the Rt. 
Rev. Wm. Bacon Stevens, D.D., LL.D., on the Day 
OF Consecration. 

June 8th, 1876. 

" This is none other but the House of God, and this is the 
Gate of Heaven." — Genesis xxviii. 17. 



The very House of God ! It was one stone 
Rough and unhewn ; but House of God it was, 
And there God blessed the builder. And as tenth 
Of all his increase came from year to year, 
He laid it down in mem'ry of the vow- 
There made. So God did bless him more and more, 
And made for him a name which standeth yet 
Memorial of the deed at Bethel done, 
Wherein he consecrated self to God, 
And tithe perpetual vowed, of all that He 
Should give in years to come, to him and his. 
A thousand miles the river Nile flows on. 
Unfed by any stream from other source 
Than its own head. Then, spreading out its arms 
In loving bounty, covers all the land 
With fatness, while it feeds with gen'rous hand 

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32 



ST- LUKE'S CHURCH. 



The swarthy dweller on its swelling banks, 
As moving onward to the briny sea. 

A thousand years, and Jacob's faithful sons 

Together banded, waiting for the time 

In which should come the promised Shiloh. Then, 

When He, in majesty and agony 

Was lifted up to draw the nations out 

From sin, and death, and darkness to Himself, 

The types and shadows of His glory passed ; 

And, pouring forth in bright effulgent streams. 

Rich blessings flowed from out the holy hill 

And covered all the earth. 

'Twas but one stone, 
And yet, in very truth, it was Beth-El. 
So this bright Fane, in its proportions fair ; 
Its carved and goodly stones ; its Nave and Aisle ; 
Its gleaming Altar in the eastern wall. 
Is Bethel too. 

The painted windows tell 
The wondrous story of His earthly life. 
Who came to scatter blessings far and wide 
So long pent up in Israel's land alone. 
Here to the generations yet unborn 
Will stand this bless'd memorial of the faith 
Of those who, in a faithless age, dared build 
In thankful homage, and in love to God, 
A house where He His Name in glory writes ; 
And where — as once in Jacob's time — He stoops 
To bless the uplifted, consecrated stone. 



ST. LUKE'S CHURCH. 33 

" Not yours, but God's." 'Tis consecrated now, 

And from this day let none profane its walls, 

Or claim by right a privilege beyond 

That one which all men have : — of kneeling here 

In penitence and prayer, and so to gain 

The benediction of God's bounteous love ! 

O God ! the God of Bethel ! come and bless 
Each faithful soul, who from his penury, 
Or from his wealth, has made a gift of love 
Wherewith to build this goodly house to Thee, 
And so record his faith, and by these stones 
To tell in future days his trust in God. 

From desecration keep these holy walls. 
And bid Thy guardian angels stand within, — 
As erst of old, above the Mercy Seat, 
With " wing-veiled face," they stood at Thy command. 
Bless each and every soul who here is brought 
With faith and love, and offered up to Thee. 
Bless old and young : — the gray-haired and the child ; 
Bring all within the circle of Thy love, 
And bow each heart obedient to Thy will. 
Grant, when their earthly labors all are passed, 
These ''gathered in" before the Great White Throne, 
" Well done," may hear, and entering then 
The " House not made with hands," — a Bethel still, — 
May see Thee — God of Glory — face to face ! 



^ow IDoc0 tl)c Eoin €omtl 



A FATHER sat down with his child, one day, 
As the rain in torrents was pouring ; 
The child, for the moment, forgot his play, 
The father, his sorrow and mourning. 

The father thought of the land far away — 
Bright home of his love and his treasure : — 
The child only thought of the sparkling spray, 
Bright drops without number, or measure. 

The child with queries soon began. 
And this the way the questions ran : — 

CHILD. 

How does the rain come ? tell me now ; 
How does the rain come ? father — how ? 

FATHER. 

How many a time, 

In ages gone, 
In prose and rhyme, 

In speech and song, 
D'ye think, my child, 

That question queer 
Has hours beguiled 

Of sage and seer? 
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HOW DOES THE RAIN COME ? 35 

CHILD. 
I cannot tell, — but — do — you — know 
How it can come, and where does go ? 

FATHER. 

There ! not so fast 

My little one ; 
Two questions asked 

Ere I've begun 
To frame my speech 

How best to say 
What I would teach 

My child, alway. 



CHILD. 

Well, tell me then, how comes the rain ? 
And tell me, please, where't goes again. 

FATHER. 

He sends it down 

Upon the earth, 
That He may crown 

Each year's new birth 
With grape and corn, 

His child to feed. 
Lest he, forlorn. 

Should die for need. 

CHILD. 

But who is He, my father dear ? 

Is He the one you called " the Seer "? 



36 HOW DOES THE RAIN COME? 

FATHER. 

Ah ! no, my child, 

The seer is wise, 
But not so wild 

That from the skies 
He'd hope to bring 

The gentle rain 
That makes earth sing 

And laugh again. 

CHILD. 

Then who is He, from whom the rain 
Comes pouring o'er the distant plain ? 

FATHER. 

The God of love. 

Our Father, too. 
Whose home above, 

In sky so blue. 
We hope to gain 

For final rest : — 
He sends the rain 

The earth to bless. 

CHILD. 

Now tell me, father dear, I pray, 
Where goes the rain ? you did not say ! 

FATHER. 

Into the earth 

The rain will pass, 



HOW DOES THE RAIN COME? 37 

And there give birth 

To sweetest grass 
That ever grew ; 

With roses bright, 
That give to you 

Such great delight. 

CHILD. 

How do you know ? You cannot see 
That God so high : — how can it be ? 

FATHER. 

My child ! you see, 

With your bright eye, 
The grass and tree : 

So do not try 
To " find out God " :— 

The eye He made, 
He made the sod, 

And tender blade 

Of corn, so fresh and green ; the bright, 
Sweet daisies, in the meadow wild, 

He made : — and stars that shine by night, 
Upon the head of my dear child. 

child. 
But some have said, 
(So I have read,) 
*' There is no God," 
" Why fear his rod ? " 



38 HOW DOES THE RAIN COME ? 

FATHER. 

Can you tell me who made the eye ? 
Can you tell me who made the ear ? 
If so, to find out God now try : — 
If not, then wait in love and fear. 



Trust God, my son ! 

Mind not the " fools " 
Who now have won 

In learned schools, 
The wondrous power 

Of " guessing," what 
In the next hour 

May be forgot. 

When they can tell 

What " matter " is, 
It may be well 

For them to quiz 
About the things 

Beyond man's brain, 
And tell who brings 

The summer rain ! 



They cannot tell how grapes do grow, 
Nor how the grass on this fair sod : 

If what they see, they do not know. 

What wonder, that they " know not God ! " 



®l)c ^nstoerci fJ^ajicr. 



I STOOD where the broad-waved Atlantic was rolling 

In lazy blue billows afar ; 
And on the gray beach a fair maiden was strolling, 

Her eyes shining bright as a star. 
Her fair auburn tresses like gold in the sunlight 

She flung to the soft summer breeze, 
And watched by the waters until the pale starlight 

Fell down through the storm-beaten trees. 

With a sigh she turned her sweet face in the gloaming, 

And looked up a prayer to the sky ; 
No word passed her lips, but she prayed for one 
roaming 

O'er waters so far, yet so nigh. 

Up rose the strong breakers in beauty now dancing, 

Each bright-crested wave flying fast ! 
While out in the distance, like wild horses prancing. 

The billows by furies seemed lashed. 

Unnoticed till now, a black storm-cloud was drifting 

Across the clear face of the sky ; 
And the maiden in fear, her eyes now uplifting. 

With a short and tremulous cry, 
Clasped her hands to her breast, and suddenly stoop- 
ing, 

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40 THE ANSWERED PR A YER. 

In a loud and piteous wail 
Shot quick o'er the surf-crests, so madly now trooping, 
A searching wild look of appeal. 

Then down on her knees, where the wild waters dash- 



As if in assertion of might, 
Swept o'er the white sands, with tumult and clashing, 

A beautiful, terrible sight. 
She prayed : " Oh, my Father, my Father, now hear- 
ing, 

Turn not Thou away from my plea ; 
Oh, save from the storm of wild waters uprearing. 

And bring Thou my loved one to me." 



Dark hung the black cloud o'er the face of old ocean ; 

Wild shrieked the fierce winds of the night ; 
Madly surged the dark waves in wildest commotion — 

The lightning's hot flashes of light, 
Far out in the darkness a white sail revealing, 

Filled with terror the kneeling form. 

She moved not, she wept not, but still her appealing 

Went up to the God of the storm : 
" Oh, Father, my Father, list now to my crying, 

Oh, Father, my Father, I pray ; 
Oh, Father, my Father," the maiden is crying. 

" My Father," was all she could say. 
In the tempest that now at its height was raging 

And beating so madly the shore ; 



THE ANSWERED PRA YER. 



41 



While back from the headland all blindly engaging 

Tempest answered to tempest its roar. 
Far out in the darkness the lone sail was straining, 

The lightning's red glare for a guide, 
And on the torn beach, the maiden remaining 

Alone in her fear and her pride. 
Faith and love in her heart so strongly abiding. 

She hears not the pitiless blast ; 
She thinks of nought else save the boat that is riding 

O'er billows and breakers so fast. 

Now upward, now downward, the loved bark is leaping. 

While onward, still onward it rides, 
Still trembling, the maiden her love-watch is keeping, 

And faith in her God still abides. 
" My Father, my Father, my treasure is bringing 

In safety across the wild sea ; 
Through danger and darkness the tempest is bringing 

My darling with spirit so free." 



Oh, maiden ! fair maiden ! list now to the roaring 
Of winds, o'er the sea and o'er land ; 

Oh, where is the voice that so lately upsoaring 
Brought strength from the Merciful Hand ? 



Thy prayer will be answered ; the storm is now bring- 
ing 

Thy lover across the wild sea ; 
But never again will his strong arms be clinging 

As of old, in love unto thee. 



42 THE ANSWERED PRAYER. 

One terrible wave of the sea in its foaming 

Came lashing the shore in its wrath ; 
One terrible crash of the thunder's loud groaning 

Came quick in the red lightning's path ; 
And the maiden lay dead, with the wild waves singing 

The answer so quick to her prayer, 
And the lover lay dead — new life was beginning 

For lover and maiden so fair. 



(Jtemity^ 



Is it far off ? In ages yet to be ? 

Come time, and time, before we see 
This stranger thing, to which we bow ? 

Oh, man ! Eternity is now ? 



^ ®l)rmo&i3* 



Down, Down, Down, 

Down in thy depths, O Sea ! 
A strong, brave soul has gone to his rest 
The pitiless waters claim the best. 
Nor heed my sorrowful plea. 

Weep, Weep, Weep, 

Weep for my dead, O Sea ! 
The mist of thy tears, a winding-sheet, 
Hiding the place where the waters meet, 
To cover my dead, O Sea ! 

Moan, Moan, Moan, 

Moan for my dead, O Sea ! 
Thy sparkling waters in beauty sleep. 
While I sit me down and vigil keep, 
For the love thou hast torn from me. 

Wail, Wail, Wail, 

Wail for my dead, O Sea ! 
Thy rolling waters, in sullen surge. 
Seem singing a sad and sorrowful dirge. 
For the lov'd one buried in thee. 



43 



(Due l^unbreb ^cor© ^go." 



"In Congress, June 14, 1777. — Ordered : That the flag of the 
thirteen United States be thirteen stripes, alternate red and white; 
that the union be thirteen stars, white, in a blue field." 



One hundred years ago to-day, 

The standard of our nation's birth 
Was spread, to bless with freedom's ray 
The fairest part of all the earth. 
With lusty shout 
They threw it out. 
One hundred years ago. 

Fling out the dear old flag to-day ! 

O'er land and sea throw up the stars, 
Whose glory-flash lit up the way 

Through which our brave young sons of Mars 
Defiance flung 
And vict'ry wrung, 
One hundred years ago ! 

The stripes in all their beauty fling ! 

On ev'ry hill-top let them wave ! 
In ringing chorus, we will sing 

The triumphs of those heroes brave, 
Who won their scars. 
Beneath those stars. 
One hundred years ago ! 
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''ONE HUNDRED YEARS AGO." 45 

The Stars and Stripes in glory float ! 
Their silent grandeur tells the tale 
Of purpose true, in those who wrote, 
''Our cause is just and cannot fail," 
And like a flood, 
Poured out their blood, 
One hundred years ago ! 

From North and South, from East and West, 

Brave, loyal hearts their beauty greet ! 
Beneath yon folds, shall freedom rest, 
And brothers there in union meet. 
The cause to save, 
Of men so brave. 
One hundred years ago ! 

Philadelphia, June 14, 1887. 



Pcnnsatoania* 

THE PRAYER OF HER LOYAL SONS. 



Sung at the opening exercises, Pennsylvania Day, at the Cen- 
tennial Exposition, September 28, 1876, by 8000 voices. 



Great God ! our Father, hear ; 
Lend now Thy gracious ear ; 

To Thee we pray : — 
Give of Thy bounteous grace ; 
Bless of mankind each race ; 
Let all Thy goodness trace, 

In life's dark way. 

Great God ! our Father, hear; 
Teach us Thy Name to fear. 

In holy dread : 
Make wars and strife to cease ; 
Oh give perpetual peace ; 
So earth shall yield increase 

Of "daily bread." 

Great God ! our Father, hear ; 
Guide all, both far and near, 
In our dear land : 

46 



FENNS YL VANIA. 47 

In union, strength to find ; 
One, both in heart and mind ; 
O God ! Thy people bind 
In love's strong band. 

Great God ! our Father, hear ; 
While for our country dear 

We wait and pray : 
Guard from invading foe ; 
Keep from intestine woe ; 
Some good, for '* token" show; 

Thy love display. 

Great God ! our Father, hear ; 
As suppliants we appear 

Before Thy Throne : 
Let not the foot of pride 
Come near us to abide ; 
Be Thou our earthly guide, 

And lead us home. 

Great God ! our Father, hear; 
Make Thou our pathway clear 

With heavenly light : 
Bless Thou our beauteous land, 
While we as brothers stand. 
In union firm and grand, 

To guard the right ! 



Cong, Cong ^go* 

Hark ! 'tis the ring of the merry sleigh bells ! 
Over the hills and down through the dells, 

With the speed of the hind or the bounding deer, 
Onward they go, with a ringing cheer — 
Where the light falls whitest. 
Where the stars shine brightest, 
Where the snow lies cleanest. 
Where the frost bites keenest. 

Over the hills and down through the dells, 

List to the ring of the tinkling bells ! 

See where the flash of the glittering steel 
Follows the track of the coursing heel, 

On rivers of glass, in the dancing light, 
Where eyes of lovers are sparkling bright ; 
Where the ice grows strongest, 
Where the moon stays longest. 
Where the hearts beat lightest. 
Where the eyes shine brightest ; 

There is the track of the coursing heel 

Lit by the flash of the burnished steel ! 

I hear them again, as the years go past, 
Blithesome and gay in the winter's blast ; 

The clattering footsteps come and go. 

With a swift light tread on the glist'ning snow ; 
48 



LONG, LONG AGO. 49 

Where the heart is boldest, 

Where the love is oldest, 

Where the faith is newest. 

Where the trust is truest ; 
They come again, in the wintry blast, 
And sing of days — the days that are past. 

And the white cottage down under the hill, 
The light in the window guiding still ; 

As I turn me back from the giddy whirl. 
To stop and look for a shining curl ; 
Where the throng is thickest. 
Where the heart beats quickest. 
Where the love holds strongest. 
Where the days seem longest — 

Ah ! never again, as guide to me, 

Will flashing light in that window be ! 



(flUucrg. 



Will you love me, when I am old 

And shadows dim the sky ; 
When hairs are gray, that now are gold, 

And beauty's charms shall die ? 

Will love hold strong, when health shall fail, 

And laughter turns to tears ; 
When blushing face grows wan and pale 

With life's declining years ? 

Will love's quick vow, hold good in days 
When want, stands at the door ? 

Will tender words, and gentle lays 
Flow on, forevermore ? 

Will love's warm day, so fair and bright, 

Be clear, till eventide ? 
Will faith and hope light up the night 

Where storms of sorrow ride ? 

All seems most fair and bright to-day, 

Above — a cloudless sky : 
But storms will come, and clouds will stay, 

The day itself — will die ! 
50 



QUERY. 51 

Then love me, dear, when I am old, 

"Till death us both doth part," 
And love for you, shall ne'er grow old, 

Nor fail my trusting heart. 



@:f)c iUccn. 



Fair Sister of the Sun ! Thy light 
So brightly falls, it seems not night, 

But night it is, wherein, wherein, 
Are sorrow, misery — and sin. 



®()at JDatntg jTtnger* 



Its tip, across the eye, shuts out the world. 

Now, pointing on with quiv'ring rage, to warn 
Approach of yon poor fallen one, it shows 

The length, the breadth, the height, the depth of 
scorn. 



®l)e iScautiful Qta, 



I LOVE the sea, the stormy sea, 

Where billows break and winds blow free •, 

I love, I love the boiling foam. 

When safe from all its pranks — af home / 

I love the tide, the rolling tide, 
Where *' big white horses " madly ride ; 
I love the mountain waves so grand, 
Wheji I am safely on the land / 

I love, oh, how I love the view 
Which distance lends enchantment to ! 
I love the sea — as said before. 
But best — when standing on the shore I 



52 



Our little Daisy had a cat — 

A playful, frisky thing, 
That used to lie upon a nrtat, 

And hear our Daisy sing. 

He was a very funny cat. 

With bright and sparkling eyes, 

That never saw a thieving rat : — 
Oh ! he was wondrous wise ! 

He'd lie all day in the warm sun, 
And lick his velvet paws : 

But after mice he'd never run, 
Nor show them his sharp claws. 

He loved to ride with Daisy's doll, 
Wrapped up in blankets thick : — 

It was such fun for one and all, 
We called him " quite a brick.'' 

One day our cat was very sick, 

And ran away to hide : 
His little paws he could not lick. 

And so he — " up and died." 



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54 



DAISY'S CA T. 

Dear Daisy was so very sad, 

She cried her eyes quite red : 
She felt so " very, very bad " 

" Because her cat was dead.'* 

We buried him with honours great. 

And left him in repose, 
With one great stone above his pate, 

And on his breast, a rose. 

But Daisy child was sick with grief, 

No comfort could she get ; 
'Till flowers were stripped of every leaf, 

To cover her sweet pet. 

Moral. 

Now children all, mind what I say, 

And look well to your cats ; 
For if they nothing do but play. 

They'll die, and leave to you — 

The Rats ! 



JTortg-J^'tne. 



The time it comes, the time it goes, 

The time flies fast away, 
And like a river, on it flows : — 

I'm Forty-nine to-day. 

The time it never stops for me, 

Nor any one, they say ; 
That it has gone, 'tis plain to see : — 

I'm Forty-nine to-day. 

I was a merry, blithesome lad, 

So full of fun and play. 
My elders sometimes thought me mad : — 

I'm Forty-nine to-day. 

My youth to manhood grew so soon 

I'd scarcely left my play ; 
E'er I had passed to life's "high-noon" :- 

I'm Forty-nine to-day. 

Old Time has left upon my head 

His mark — so thin and gray ; 
I wonder me where he has fled — 

I'm Forty-nine to-day. 



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56 



FORTY-NINE. 

The task that duty laid on me 

Has not been done alway ; 
" It might have been " — I plainly see : — 

I'm Forty-nine to-day. 

I've many friends, both good and true, 

To greet me on my way, 
I'll treasure them, nor seek for new : — 

I'm Forty-nine to-day. 

The world will give me friends by scores, 

If court to it I pay ; 
If not, it wrath and hatred pours : — 

I'm Forty-nine to-day. 

I thank the world for what it taught 

If I would it obey. 
Though 'twas a lesson dearly bought : — 

I'm Forty-nine to-day. 

" Put not your trust in child of man," 

Is counsel good, I say, 
" Trust none but God " — is wisdom's plan 

I'm Forty-nine to-day. 

Now, counting up the mercies past. 

Far on in life's highway, 
I thank my God for love so vast : — 

I'm Forty-nine to-day. 

My own true wife ! To you I bring 

This simple, foolish lay : 
Your many virtues I will sing : — 

I'm Forty-nine to day. 



to Mx. mt\)axh €. iBurton.* 



How few can understand ! 

The poet's heart 
Responds with tender sympathy, and feels 
A throb of kinship in those words, so full 
Of meaning that it cannot be expressed. 
The chattering crowd rush here and there, in the 
Sweet days of June, but see in them no sign 
Of that great tenderness which fills true hearts 
To bursting, with the clear full gladness of 
Those glorious hours. The jewel resting in 
The bluebell's heart is nothing more to these 
Than other water-drop on leaf or grass 
Or flower. These cannot see how teeming Earth 
Is full of light and love and joy. 

The Sun, 
Whose first bright rays tips all the hills with gold, 
And turns to burnished silver all the lakes. 
The rivers and the rippling rills, is naught but 
" Oft returning day," in which to toil and 
Moil for riches which they heap on heap, 
And know not who shall gather them. 

* Author of an exquisite poem with the title, " Dumb in 
June." 

57 



58 TO MR. RICHARD E. BURTON. 

The eye 
Of a true poet sees into the depths 
Of all this fresh, new life ; and he is " dumb " 
Because all language fails him to tell out 
The glad'ning thoughts which fill his o'ercharged 

heart. 
And so we're " dumb in June," because we feel 
The presence of a Father's eye, whose love 
Brings back to man in Resurrection power 
New bud, and leaf, and flower ; an earnest of 
" Full corn in ear." by which He satisfies 
His hungry child, and fills his heart with joy. 
O Poet-heart ! 'Tis well that thou art " dumb ! " 
One cannot speak who knows that God is near — 
And God is telling all mankind in June 
Of His great love and gracious tenderness. 



®0 iHg iH0t[)er: 

ON HER SEVENTY-SIXTH BIRTHDAY. 



Ah, Mother mine, how turns my heart to thee. 
As years speed onward to life's mournful end ; 

How full with tears mine eyes, that now can see 
Naught else but failure, both of fame and friend. 

The morning when I turned my back on thee 
To face the world, that seemed to me so bright ; 

My purpose true ; my heart so full of glee ; 
I reck'd not, went before so dark a night. 

How turned mine eyes for one last look of home, 
As o'er the hill I sped me, fast away ; 

How little thought, with heart so like a stone. 
That thou wast turning back, for me to pray. 

How bright the glory of that shining morn ! 

What dreams of future conquest I had made ! 
Ah, well for me I knew not of the storm 

That soon would crush the vision there displayed. 

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6o TO MY MOTHER. 

In happy days, how thickly trooped the friends 
To greet me with their smiles and words of cheer ! 

How each did watchful, and with care attend 

To share my joys, and quench all thought of fear ! 

But trouble with its chilling blast came on, 
To sweep before it fortune, home, and fame ; 

And like the morning dew, my friends were gone, 
Forgetting (yes ! it may be !) e'en my name. 

How true it is, — *' this life is but a dream !" 
At best, I found it but " an empty show;" 

While struggling vainly onward 'gainst the stream, 
I strove to hide with smiles my heartfelt woe. 

Oh, friendship ! false and fickle, — yet how fair ! 

But love there is no sorrow can assail : — 
Though life may be a long and fretting care, 

A Mother's love will never, never fail. 

Ah, Mother dear, what love more true than thine ? 

It knows no waning, fait' ring, nor decay; 
In darkest hours it ever has been mine, 

Beams on me now, a bright and endless day ! 

God bless thee. Mother mine, for thy strong love ; 

God bring thee safely to His rest at last ; 
God give to thee the looked-for home above. 

When earthly duties, sorrows, all are passed ! 



©0 a Cobg on l)cr 67tl) i8trtl)baB. 



My dear, kind friend ! you pass to-day, 
Another mile-stone, grim and gray, 
That points you o'er the world's highway 
To God. 

Another year of joys and cares. 
In which " our Father's " love prepares 
Your soul for Him, — and still He spares 
His rod. 

The busy world is rushing on. 

Nor thinks nor cares for days once gone, 

If only wealth it heaps, upon 

A clod. 

It heeds not age, it heeds not youth, 
Nor knows of love, nor cares for truth ; 
It only makes of gold — forsooth ! 
A God. 

A work-day world ! its anxious face 
Knows naught of mercy, nor of grace ; 
But onward, in a feverish race 

To plod. 



62 TO A LADY. 

You know it well ! its smiles, its tears, 
Have followed you these weary years. 
And its reward ? What now appears ? 
A sod. 

Look onward to that shining band. 
Beyond earth's false and shifting sand. 
Where rest is found, in Holy Land, 
With God. 



®0 a Cobg 



ON HER SEVENTY-NINTH BIRTHDAY. 



Though threescore years and ten are gain, 

No cup of sorrow fails ; 
The loved ones go and we remain, 

Nor love nor tear avails. 

No pleading stops the flight of years, 

Nor can we buy delay ; 
Death heeds not sorrow, laughs at fears, 

And mocks us while we pray. 

We cannot stop the ebb and flow 

Of ocean's rolling tide ; 
Nor will the years that onward go 

One hour, for us, abide. 

The silver threads, now gathering fast, 

Tell of these passing years ; 
While we look vainly to the past 

Through hot and blinding tears. 

Look forward, upward, to the light 

Where God in mercy gives 
An endless day for earth's dark night, 

A love that ever lives. 



63 



64 TO A LADY. 

The past, with all its fond regrets, 
Leave in the Father's Hand ; 

The promise His ! — He ne'er forgets- 
A brighter, better land ! 



®0 C C). £ 



ON HIS TWENTY-FIRST BIRTHDAY. 



Exultant now with hope fresh born of truth, 
Keep in thy heart the brightness of thy youth, 
As manhood's day with busy turmoil teems ; 
While in the distance, earth's fair prize now gleams, 
And with ambition, lures thee on to fame. 
*' A man of honor :" — written with thy name. 
Is best of all the treasures earth can give : 
The one, which makes it worth the while to live ! 



®ur ©Ur iSooting 0ong. 

(refrain.) 
** Trancadillo," " Trancadillo." 



Come, sing me the song which in young days was ours, 

That song so bright and so gay ; 
Oh sing it once more, in our manhood's ripe hours, 

Come, sing it with me to-day ! 
You know how we sang it, and loved it the more, 

What time we were growing old : 
Come ! Let it ring out, and its melody soar, 

Or our hearts in love grow cold. 
Ah, the song which was ours in that younger day, 

Oh, voice it now and again ! 
The time is now passing : fast passing away ; 

Come ! Sing it once more ; and then 
We'll give it, old comrades, the true, steady swing 

Of those gone, but happy hours. 
" With moonlight and starlight " we'll once again sing 

With the ringing tone and power 
Of the days that are gone : — the days that are dead : — 

Oh, what and where are they now ? 
They have left us at last, with the " silvered-crowned 
head," 

So sing ! Oh, sing with me now 
The song we so loved, in the days of yore. 

The song so simple and true : — 
Come ! Sing it just now : Oh sing once more 

That song so simple and true. 

65 



ON HIS TWENTY-FIRST BIRTHDAY. 



66 



You, twenty-one to-day ? 

Why, as a boy 

With top and toy 
I saw you last, at play. 

But now, you are a man ! 
And you will see 
That men are " free " 

To labor, — when they can. 

Your boyhood's days are past. 
And soon will care 
Show whitened hair 

To tell that time flies fast. 

Oh, do your duty well ! 
Stand up for right 
With all your might, 

Your honor, never sell. 

Gain for yourself the name 
Of "good and true," 
And then shall you 

The greatest good attain. 



TO J. M. R. 67 

Remember well the cross 

Upon your brow : 

Keep true that vow 
Else all you love, is lost. 

Stand up then, as a man, 

And fight for truth ! 

Farewell to youth 
For life above, now plan. 

Your body, keep all pure 

From every stain, 

If you would gain 
Eternal life — secure. 

Keep pure that holy trust 

God gives to you ; 

Lose not from view 
The words : " Dust unto dust ! " 

So, God will bless your life 

And give you rest 

Among the blest 
Far from the curse of strife. 

God bless you day by day, 

And give increase 

Of holy peace, 
For this I ever pray. 



In itlcmoriam* 



John Hubbard Wells, Jr. Drowned in the Connecticut River 
at Hartford, June 21st, 1849. 



Shrine of a spirit far too pure for earth, 

Still beautiful ; though with that parting breath 

Is hushed, forever hushed, thy gentle mirth, 
And we behold thee smiling, though in death. 

They brought pale flowers to wither on thy breast. 
As pure and frail as thou, thus early riven 

And while they moulder in thy place of rest, 

We know that thy pure soul shall bloom in heaven. 

Yes, thou hast faded from thy mother's arms. 

Who fostered, nourished, cherished thee in love : 
Ah ! she hath watched with joy thy youthful charms, 

They blossomed here, but shall grow ripe above. 

And thou hast twined around thy father's heart, 
Till every fibre seemed to cling to thine : 

Alas for him, that ye were doomed to part. 
But joy for thee in higher spheres to shine. 

* This is inserted here merely to preserve the author's first 
attempt at versification. 

68 



IN MEMORIAM. 



69 



We may not catch the notes of that sweet lyre, 
Nor hear on earth those pure angelic lays : 

But we may fancy, with a strong desire. 

That happy home, that song of endless praise. 

Ah, thy dear cherished name is graven here, 
Upon thy narrow house — unconscious clay ; 

We gaze upon it with a flood of tears, 

And dread the painful duties of this day.* 

But hope points upward ; where we yet may claim 
Those we have loved ; beyond these scenes of strife 

There we may read with faith's bright eye, thy name, 
Recorded in The Book of Life. 

Farewell ! we yield thee to the silent tomb, 
And dry our tears : for with thee it is well ; 

We know the God of Love hath called thee home. 
Till we are summoned : — Brother, fare thee well. 

* The day of burial. 



Ssmpatl)!). 



To a father and mother, on the death of an only son. 



Tell me ye mourners, through your tears, 
If your one deathless gem in heaven 

Ye would bid back to earth's chill fears, 
Where nought but strife and care is given ? 

'Tis true around each loving heart 
That trusting soul had fondly wound ; 

Alas, for you so soon to part, 

But joy for him who rest has found. 

Sad mother in the morning's glow 

Will miss her boy's strong fond embrace ; 

The father's years will slowly go. 
Till he again shall see that face. 

Look through your tears and see the Hand 
That guides your dearest one to bliss : 

His home is now in " Fatherland," 
'Twere cruel, bidding back to this. 

This thought be yours, my loving friends : 
How best your stricken hearts prepare 

To make for sin all true amends. 

That you may greet your loved one there ! 
70 



HYMNS AND CAROLS. 



^bumt. 



" He Cometh to judge the earth. 



The last dread trump is sounding ! 

Heaven's pearly gates unfold : 
The Judge, with might abounding, 
Ye nations, now behold ! 
Heaven is shaking, 
Earth is quaking, 
Death's grim record see unrolled. 

With angel-hosts surrounded ; 

On glory-clouds His Throne ! 
Hell's legions now confounded, 
Must yield the King His own. 
Sinners moaning, 
Crimes now owning, 
Which before were all unknown ! 

In piteous tones now pleading, 

In terror and in fear ; 
All other cries unheeding 

Save this one, ** Saviour, hear !" 

73 



74 HYMN FOR ADVENT. 

Man is sighing, 
Bitter crying ! — 
See at last the Judge appear. 

Let faithful souls, victorious., 

With joy and gladness sing ; 

While heavenly hosts all glorious, 

On light and joyous wing, 

With the story 

Of His glory 

Make the starry arches ring ! 

With shouts of rapt devotion 

And songs of holy joy. 
From ocean back to ocean, 

Ye saints, your tongues employ 
Filled with gladness. 
Past all sadness. 
Peace He brings without alloy I 



^\)t iBribegrcom €ometl). 



Behold, the Bridegroom cometh; go ye out to meet Him." 



The Bridegroom comes ! The Bridegroom comes ! 

Go forth, go forth to meet Him : 
Let welcome songs employ your tongues, 

With gladsome voices greet Him. 

The Bridegroom comes ! The midnight cry 

From slumber now awaking ; 
The crowning chorus of the sky 

The Universe is shaking. 

Behold at last the nuptial day, 

The day that hath no ending : 
The Bridegroom's chariot on the way 

From Heaven to earth descending. 

Awake ! Awake ! hark to the call 

Celestial joy unfolding ; 
Before His Face adoring fall, 

Your shining lamps upholding. 

Your burning lamps, aglow with light, 
Well trimmed, and brightly gleaming, 

Will shame the darkness of the night, 
In which His Form is beaming. 

75 



76 THE BRIDEGROOM COMETH. 

Woe to the souls in careless sleep, 
All unprepared to meet Him ; 

With unavailing tears to weep, 
And nevermore to greet Him. 

Alas ! Alas ! The slothful souls 
Awake to shame and sorrow ; 

The midnight darkness o'er them rolls. 
The night that knows no morrow. 



Rejoice ! rejoice, ye watchful band, 
Triumphant Hymns now swelling ; 

With joy behold the promised land, 
The Bridegroom's love be telling ! 



^\)t €l)ri0tma0-iBeU0. 



Ring on, ye joyous Christmas-Bells 1 

Ring on ! Ring on ! 
What tale of love your music tells ! 

Ring on ! Ring on ! 

"The Christ" is born 

For sinful men ; 

'Tis Christmas mon.; 

Ring out again ! 

Ring on, ye merry Christmas-Bells ! 

Ring on ! Ring on ! 
What peace from out your clangor wells ! 

Ring on ! Ring on ! 

Peace comes to earth, 

'' Good-will to men ;" 

A priceless birth, 

Ring out again ! 

Ring on, ye happy Christmas-Bells ! 

Ring on ! Ring on ! 
With holy joy the clamour swells ! 

Ring on ! Ring on ! 

77 



78 THE CHRISTMAS-BELLS. 

Oh, happy day 
For weary men ; 
Oh, royal day, 
Ring out again ! 

Ring on, ye holy Christmas-Bells ! 

Ring on ! Ring on ! 
O'er hill and dale, through wildest dells, 

Ring on ! Ring on ! 

In triumph ring. 

For holy men 

All gladness bring, 

Ring out again ! 

Ring on, ye gladsome Christmas-Bells I 

Ring on ! Ring on ! 
'Tis ''mercy mild" the sound foretells, 

Ring on ! Ring on ! 

The "Prince of Peace" 

Now pleads for men. 

Nor will he cease. 

Ring out again ! 

Ring on, ye peaceful Christmas-Bells ! 

Ring on ! Ring on ! 
Tell of the hope that in us dwells, 

Ring on ! Ring on ! 

To Jesus now 

All ranks of men 

In worship bow. 

Ring out again ! 



loafuUg, JogfullB, ^ngele ate 
Singing. 



Joyfully, joyfully, angels are singing, 

O'er Bethlehem's plains of light ! 
Wonderful, wonderful message now bringing, 
To welcome the Christmas night ! 

" Glory to GOD in the highest, all glory I 

Peace on the earth, and good-will :"" 
Angels are telling the marvellous story, 
Shepherds are lis f ning still. 

Peacefully, peacefully, light is now beaming. 

Sages have come from afar; 
Beautiful, beautiful, brightly now gleaming, 

Bethlehem's wonderful star ! 
'' Glory to GOD,'' etc. 

Wistfully, wistfully, wise men are seeking 

"■ The Christ" in the ''House of Bread;'' 
Tenderly, tenderly, Mary is keeping 
Her watch o'er that lowly bed. 
'' Glory to GOD,'' etc. 

79 



8o yO YFULL V ANGELS ARE SINGING. 

Lovingly, lovingly, kings now adore Him, 

And offer their humble prayer ; 
Faithfully, faithfully worship before Him, 

While bringing their gifts so rare ! 
'' Glory to GOD,'' etc. 

Merrily, merrily, Church-Bells are ringing 
O'er all the wide world so bright ; 

Thankfully, thankfully, gifts we are bringing. 
For this is our Christmas night ! 
'' Glory to GOD;' etc. 

Joyfully, joyfully, o'er every nation 

The " banner of love" display ; 
Wonderful, wonderful news of salvation. 
Our Saviour is born to-day ! 

'' Glory to GOD in the highest, all glory ! 

Peace on the earth, and good-will :'' 
Angels are telling the marvellous story y 
Shepherds are lisfning still. 



Carol 



Christ is born, the Prince of Peace ; 

Christ is born, of Kings The King : 
Swell the anthem, joy increase ; 

Glorious news the Angels bring. 

In that city as foretold, 

Christ is born of David's line : 
Watching sages now behold 

Answer to the starry sign. 

See that star above the stall, 

Where now rests the Lord our King ; 
Low before Him wise men fall, 

And with joy the Angels sing ; — 

*' Glory now to God on high, 

And on earth, good will to men," 

Softly sing glad lullaby, 

Christmas-tide has come again. 

Welcome, welcome, angels bright. 
With your gladsome happy song : 

Welcome to the Christmas night. 
Heavenly, holy, shining throng. 



mag. 



On the first bright Christmas-Day, 

In a stable, Jesus lay, 

While the angels o'er the plain 

Sang the glad and sweet refrain, — 

'^ To GOD in the highest ^ all glory ! 
Peace to men of good-will upon earth /' ' 
Hark ! hark to the wonderful story ^ 
Heard by shepherds the night of His birth / 

Sweetly sang the angels bright 
On the world's first Christmas-night; 
Brightly shone the beauteous star. 
Leading sages from afar. 

'' To GOD in the highest,'" etc. 

Wise men, kings, in wonder hd. 
To the lowly manger-bed. 
Bowed in adoration there. 
Bringing gifts, both rich and rare. 

'' To GOD in the highest;' etc, 
82 



ON THE FIRST BRIGHT CHRISTMAS-DA Y. ^Z 

Lo ! their treasures they unfold ! 
Myrrh, frankincense, shining gold ! 
Lay them down before His Face, 
By whom cometh truth and grace. 
'' To GOD in the highest,'' etc. 

Virgin-born ! We worship Thee I 

Low before Thee bend the knee. 

Raise our thoughts and hopes above 

With our Christmas songs of love ! 

"To GOD in the highest, all glory / 
Peace to men of good-will upon earth /' ' 
Hark I hark to the wonderful story, 
Heard by shepherds the night of His birth ! 



®l)e igptpl)ang. 



A Star shall arise out of Jacob." 



O MARVELLOUS Star ! out of Jacob arising, 

Rest now, over Ephratah's stall ! 
Lo, under that roof, a life is uprising 
The kingdoms of earth to enthral. 
All men shall adore Him, 
And worship before Him, 
The God of our life and our all ! 

O wonderful Star ! fair Bethlehem's glory. 

Shine out in thy brightness for aye ! 
The nations afar shall hear of thy story, 
And Gentiles in darkness astray 
Come bending before Him, 
And humbly adore Him, 
The Lord of the light and the day ! 

O glittering Star ! so steadily burning, 

Blaze on, in thy pathway of light ! 
The weary of earth in gladness now turning 
Away from the gloom of the night, 
To worship before Him, 
And meekly adore Him, 
The King of all glory and might ! 
84 



®l)c 0tar of i8ctl)Icl)em. 



We have seen His Star in the East, and have come to 
worship Him." 



Gleaming Star ! with joyous wonder 
Sages watched thy path of light : 

While the Shepherds and the Angels 
Saw the heavens with thee bedight. 

Star of Heaven ! Star of Glory ! 
Beauteous Star of Bethlehem ! 

Star of morning ! Star of evening ! 

Star of life's most dismal day : 
Star of all the stars the brightest, 

Star that guides our devious way. 

Star of Heaven ! Star of Glory ! 
Beauteous Star of Bethlehem ! 

Like a golden scepter shining, 
Oh how full of peace thy light ! 

Guide us thro' life's darkest dangers. 
With thy rays of hope so bright, 

Star of Heaven ! Star of Glory ! 
Beauteous Star of Bethlehem ! 

85 



86 THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM. 

Star of lambent beauty, guiding 

Onward to the manger-bed : 
Touch our souls with adoration, 

In the Christ-Child's " House of Bread." 

Star of Heaven ! Star of Glory ! 
Beauteous Star of Bethlehem ! 

Fairest Star of all the ages ! 

Star of Love, now lead us on : 
With the Shepherds and the Wise Men, 

Jesu's face to gaze upon. 

Star of Heaven ! Star of Glory ! 
Beauteous Star of Bethlehem ! 



®l)e i^olB €\)i[h. 



Sing we now the praises 

Of the Holy child ; 
Jesu, Son of Mary 

Ne'er by sin defiled. 

In a cheerless stable, 

In a crib, a King ! 
Unclean beasts before Him, 

White-winged angels sing. 

Mary, Blessed Mother, 

Foldeth in her arms 
Christ, the world's Redeemer, 

Safe from world's alarms. 

Standing round about Him, 
Wond'ring people saw 

Blood in red drops flowing 
To fulfil the law. 

Once amid the Doctors 
Stood the spotless youth. 

And with wise disputing 
Teaching them the truth. 



87 



88 HYMN OF THE HOLY CHILD. 

At the Feast in Cana 
Water turned to wine, 

By the royal mandate 
Of His power Divine. 

At the city's gateway 
Stood the Holy One, 

Nain's sad widow cheering. 
Bidding back her son. 

Deaf and blind awaiting, 
Cry with strong appeal ; 

Eye and ear He toucheth, 
And that touch doth heal. 

Walking on the water. 
He who rules the waves. 

Bids the zealous Peter 
Come to Him who saves. 

Lo ! upon the mountain 
Hungry thousands meet \ 

He the scant food blesseth, 
Giving all to eat. 

Little children touching 
With a fond caress ; 

In His arms He holds them, 
And doth each one bless. 



HYMN OF THE HOLY CHILD. 89 

Jesu! Jesu! Saviour! 

Children waiting here 
Seek Thy love and blessing 

With Thy holy fear. 

Keep us, Lord and Master, 

Free from sin and strife \ 
On us love bestowing, 

Jesu ! Lord of Life ! 



^oob-JTribag. 



Lord, remember me when Thou comest into Thy Kingdom. 



Jesu Lord ! now crucified, 
With arms of love extended wide, 

1 pray Thee, by Thy wounded side, 

O Lord, remember me ! 

O Jesu Lord ! in hope and fear. 
To Thy dread cross I now draw near. 
And plead Thy love to man so dear ;— 
O Lord, remember me ! 

O Jesu Lord ! with deep amaze 
As on Thy woeful grief I gaze, 
My earnest cry to Thee I raise ; — 
O Lord, remember me ! 

Jesu Lord ! Thy bitter woe 

1 ne'er can feel, nor ever know; 

Yet from Thy cross one word bestow ;- 
O Lord, remember me ! 
90 



GOOD-FRIDA V. 

O Jesu Lord ! to Thee I call, 
And weeping, at Thy feet I fall : 
My God, my hope, my all in all ; — 
O Lord, remember me ! 

O Jesu Lord ! so full of grace, 
Look on me with Thy loving Face ; 
Me, — in Thy kingdom grant a place ; — 
O Lord, remember me ! 

O Jesu Lord ! teach me Thy will, 
Help me all duty to fulfil ; 
Teach me to know Thee, and be still: — 
O Lord, remember me ! 

O Jesu Lord ! be Thou my peace ; 
Give of Thy love the full increase, 
And from my sins grant Thou release ; — 
O Lord, remember me ! 

O Jesu Lord ! in my last hour, 
When clouds and darkness round me lour, 
Come with Thy mercy, love, and power !— 
O Lord, remember me ! 

O Jesu Lord ! great King of kings ! 
Beneath the shadow of Thy wings 
My weary heart its burden brings ; — 
O Lord, remember me ! 



91 



Cent. 



*' If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive vis our 
sins." 



Saviour, now before Thee bending, 
While our prayers and tears are blending, 
Hear our cries to heaven ascending : 

Now adoring, 

Now imploring, 

O deliver us. Good Lord ! 

By Thy Cross we kneel, bemoaning, 
All our sins before Thee owning. 
And we plead Thy Blood atoning. 
In confession 
For transgression : 
O deliver us. Good Lord ! 

See us in our sad condition. 
Bowed in deep and true contrition ; 
Hear our pleading, strong petition, 

One Foundation, 

One Salvation, 

O deliver us. Good Lord ! 
92 



LITANY. 93 

Satan's toils long years have bound us; 
But Thy Mercy now has found us, 
Let Thy Grace, O Lord, surround us, 

Sin confounding. 

Love abounding, 

O deliver us. Good Lor-:. * 

Lord, we plead *'Thy Cross and Passion,' 
Boundless love, and deep compassion. 
Godhead, clothed in human fashion, 

On high reigning. 

All sustaining, 

O deliver us, Good Lord ! 

** Thine the Name that brings salvation ;" 
Come and rule o'er every nation, 
Claim by right all adoration ; 

For our yearning. 

Love returning, 

O deliver us, Good Lord ! 



(0a0tcr. 



" All her streets shall say, Alleluia." 



Alleluia I Alleluia ! Alleluia ! 
Alleluia! Risen Lord! 
To Thee, O Christ, victorious King of kings, 
Our Easter songs of gladness now we raise ; 
O'er all the earth the joyous strain upsprings 
To hail Thee Victor on this '' Queen of Days !'* 

Alleluia ! Lord of Life ! 
Death's brazen gates, unbarred for evermore, 

Are radiant now with light that comes from Thee ; 
The darkness passed — we see the open door 

Through which comes Life and Immortality ! 

Alleluia ! Victor King ! 
Hail ! hail ! Thou Victor over death and hell ! 

All earthly triumphs sink before Thine Own ; 
All nations now with joy and rapture tell 

Of sealed tomb, changed to a glorious Throne ! 

Alleluia ! Prince of Peace ! 
Oh, happy day ! thrice welcome to our hearts. 

Long bound with sin and shame before Thy cross : 
Oh, glorious day ! which to the world imparts 
That gift, before which all our wealth is dross ! 
94 



EASTER. 



95 



Alleluia / Evermore ! 
Hail ! '' Lion of the tribe of Judah !" hail ! 

What gift is this Thy nail-pierced hands do bring? 
Eternal Life ! a life that cannot fail : 

All glory to Thy Name, O mighty King ! 



^t IB Hiaen! ^jt w MBtn 



Alleluia ! Alleluia ! Alleluia ! 
Sing we to-day with glad delight, 
Life's triumph over death's dark night, 
Our Lord has risen in His might, 

Alleuia ! 

Christ blessed the children on His way. 
The children hail His Rising-Day, 
And sing with joyful voice alway. 

Alleluia ! 

The birds their Easter Carols sing, 
And lightly soar on gladsome wing, 
To welcome now their Risen King ! 

Alleluia ! 

The earth spreads out her mantle green ; 
The sky is filled with glorious sheen ; 
The winter gone with blast so keen. 

Alleluia ! 

With voices pure we greet the ray, 
Of this sweet spring-tide Holiday, 
And sing to Jesus, while we may, 

Alleluia ! 



96 



^n ^asitt Carol. 



Alleluia ! Alleluia ! 

Alleluia, sing to-day ! 

Christ has opened death's dark prison, 

Bright the tomb wherein He lay ; 

Sing with joy the Easter Anthem, 

He has brought Eternal Day ! 

Sing all nations, Alleluia ! 

Christ is victor o'er the grave ; 

Sing again, loud Alleluia ; 

He has passed through death's dark wave 

Oh how glorious is the triumph, 

He is mighty now to save. 

Sing once more the Alleluia ! 
In this happy Easter-tide; 
Loudly sing an Alleluia, 
Now is healed the Wounded Side : 
Christ of death the First Begotten, 
Is our Brother, Friend and Guide. 

Sing ye Christians, Alleluia ! 
Darkness from the grave has fled ; 
Sing the joyous Alleluia ! 
Christ is now our Lord and Head : 
Lift your song with gladsome voices, 
He is risen from the dead ! 



97 



i3rigl)t ^Sastcr Ba^. 



98 



Bright Easter Day ! Dear Easter Day ! 

Day on which our Lord arose : 
Chase all the clouds of doubt away, 

Christ has triumphed o'er our foes. 
Jesu Christe, Alleluia ! 

Bright Easter Day ! Dear Easter Day ! 

Day of days the very best : 
Lift up thine eyes poor soul to-day, 

Christ has conquered — thou shalt rest. 
Jesu Christe, Alleluia ! 

Bright Easter Day ! Dear Easter Day ! 

Songs of joy to-day we raise. 
Glad songs to cheer our onward way, 

Songs of love, and songs of praise. 
Jesu Christe, Alleluia ! 

Bright Easter Day ! Dear Easter Day ! 

Lord, Thy day of power, this : 
We praise in song, in song we pray, 

May our souls partake Thy bliss. 
Jesu Christe, Alleluia ! 



"^.Bttnmon. 



" God is gone up, with a merry noise." 



Lift up your heads, ye pearly gates, 
Throw open wide heaven's guarded doors ; 
For He who triumphed over hell 
His glory and His grace outpours. 

Give way ! give way ! the Conqueror comes ! 
With palms of vict'ry in His hands : 
Greet Him with shouts of holy joy, 
Ye heavenly choirs and angel bands. 

The King of Peace with glory comes, 
Triumphant o'er the powers of hell ; 
Lift up your heads, ye glist'ning gates. 
Ye hosts of heaven. His wonders tell ! 

Bright Cherubim in glad array, 

And Seraphim, a countless band, 

Lead to the Throne our risen King, 

The eternal Throne at God's Right Hand. 

To Thee, in gladsome songs of love, 
We lift our hymns of thankful praise, 
O Christ, Redeemer, Saviour, God, 
In endless strains, to endless days ! 

99 



ttll)tt0un-ttdc. 



" Now there are diversities of gifts, but the same Spirit." 



Come, Holy Spirit ! with Thy wondrous treasures ! 

Come, fill our souls with holy light ; 
Thy gifts outpour, with love that never measures 

Aught but our needs, in earth's dark night. 

Wisdo?n / we seek Thee now, with hearts aglowing ; 

As pilgrims in their journey crave 
The springs of water, in the desert flowing, 

In which their weary limbs to lave. 

That we may have the power of Understanding 

The love of God for sinful men : 
This grace, O give us, and without demanding 

More than our love to Thee again. 

The gift of Counsel, now on us bestowing 

In mercy to our darkened souls ; 
To guide us when the billows are o'erflowing, 

And Jordan's stormy water rolls. 

lOO 



WHITS UN- TIDE. loi 

Thy Ghostly Strength be with us now, abiding 

To aid in warfare with the foe 
That lurks about our pathway, hiding ; 

Yet luring on to endless woe. 

The gift of Knowledge be Thou ever giving, 
To lift our hearts from earth to Thee ; 

That we, while here, by godly living. 
From godless joys may learn to flee. 

True Godliness, with life to us eternal, 

Protecting here, from pit and snare, 
So surely set by demon hosts infernal. 

As we to heaven our way would fare. 

Give Holy Fear ! Thy last, best gift outpouring, 

O Spirit of the God of Might ! 
While we Thy mercy and Thy love adoring. 

Will worship Thee, O God of Light ! 



€omc, ^oly Spirit. 



When He, the Spirit of truth, is come, He will guide you 
into all truth." 

Come, Thou sweet Spirit, come ! 

Come with Thy Power Divine ! 
Let Thy great light, so pure, so blest, 

O'er our dark pathway shine ! 

Guide us along the road 

Where foes so thickly press ; 
Bind up our wounds, our strength sustain, 

Sin's gathering host suppress. 

Come to our fainting hearts ! 

Refreshing Unction pour ! 
Breathe on our souls renewing fire 

Of Love from Thy great store. 

Spread Thou Thy peaceful wings, 

And with Thy mercy bless ; 
From all offense cleanse Thou our souls, 

Clothe us with righteousness. 

O Blessed Spirit, come ! 

Trembling, we cry to Thee ! 
Let the thick bosses of Thy shield 

Our sure protection be ! 

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COME, HOLY SPIRIT. 

Come ! touch our darkened souls 

As wearily we plod ; 
And with Thy light lead in the way 

That ends with rest — in God ! 



103 



JattI). 

The evidence of unseen things ; 

That subtle, inward, secret power 
Which bears the soul on heavenly wings, 

Strengthened by practice, every hour. 



^ope- 



That holy grace, which day by day 
Infuses strength to do, to dare : 

Which fills the life, and leads the way 
Beyond all sorrow, trouble, care. 



The greatest virtue, sweetest bloom 

In all the garden of the soul. 
Filling the heart, it leaves no room 

For tangle-weeds. It claims the whole. 



JlQtnn to t\)t ^rinttB. 



" There are three that bear record in heaven." 



Alleluia to the Father, 
Lord of all the worlds above ; 
God, our Guide in every danger, 
God of Gods and God of Love. 

Alleluia ! Alleluia ! 

Alleluia to our God ! 

Alleluia ! sing to Jesus, 
Praises sing to God the Son : 
Jesus, King, Redeemer, Saviour, 
Sing the triumph He has won ! 

Alleluia ! Alleluia ! 

Alleluia to our King ! 

Alleluia to the Spirit, 

Sent of God, through Christ the Son 

Alleluia sing we ever. 

For the Comforter is come ! 

Alleluia ! Alleluia ! 

Alleluia to our Lord ! 

Alleluia ! praise and glory 

Sing we to the Triune God : 

Praise the Lord, ye earth-born children, 

Sing ye to our father's God ! 

Alleluia ! Alleluia ! 

All ye nations praise the Lord ! 
104 



0. BamabaB. 



Blessed son of consolation ! 
Worthy thou thy great renown ; 
In the new and blest creation 
Thou hast laid thine armor down ; 
Past all pain and tribulation, 
Thine the prize — a martyr's crown ! 

Strife is over ; and contention 
Giveth place to blissful rest ; 
Brightness gathers at the mention 
Of thy portion with the blest ; 
Angels hear, with rapt attention, 
Of thy coming, — welcome guest ! 

With the " noble army " praising 
God's great bounty to our race ; 
On that glorious vision gazing, 
" Full of mercy, truth, and grace," 
Thou in rapture full, — amazing. 
Shall forever see His Face ! 

Thou hast won the heavenly treasure. 

Free from earth's corroding clay ; 

Holy joy, and restful pleasure. 

In the star-lit, radiant way. 

Where the love that knows no measure. 

Fills with peace an endless day ! 

105 



0aint Augustine. 



Such honor have all His saints.' 



Saint Augustine ! marching onward, 
With the Cross uplifted high ; 

See ! the heathen King to greet thee 
Waits with Queen and nobles nigh : 

March then forward, nothing fearing, 
Lift thy banner to the sky ! 

Saint Augustine ! Christ's Evangel ! 

Great the trust God gives to thee ; 
Wondrous message thou art bringing 

To the ''Islands of the Sea;" 
Message fraught with greatest blessings 

Now, and for eternity ! 

Saint Augustine ! lift the Standard ! 

Wave thy banner ! know no fear ! 
Christ's Commission now thou bearest. 

Whether men forbear or hear ; 
And the word thou this day speakest 

Must be bol-d, and strong and clear. 
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SAINT AUGUSTINE, 107 

Saint Augustine ! England's Angel ! 

Speak for Christ thy Master now ! 
Tell the story of Redemption 

Wrought for men on Calvary's brow ; 
Speak the word with gentle boldness, 

And the King to Christ shall bow. 



Saint Augustine ! Holy Warrior ! 

Thou hast fought thy battle well ! 
Lo ! the King as *' nursing Father !" 

Let the Church the story tell ! 
And the Queen a *' nursing Mother," 

As the Prophet did foretell ! 

Saint Augustine ! Blessed Bishop ! 

Fold thine arms and lay thee down ; 
Rest — eternal rest — thy portion, 

Thy reward — the Victor's Crown ! 
Light — perpetual light — thy glory, 

Crown uplifted — Cross laid down ! 



England ! England ! now and ever 
Cherish God's great gift to thee : 

Tell thy children of Augustine ; 
And their children, yet to be, 

Shall the great Confessor honor 
In these '* Islands of the Sea !" 



0atnt l0[)n !Baptt0t 



" The voice of one crying in the wilderness. 



io8 



Hark ! a voice from out the desert 

Crying to the sons of men ; 
" Lo, He Cometh ! Lo, He cometh !** 

Now it cries, with Prophet's ken. 

" This is He for whom the nations 

Waited long in hope to see ; 
Now He cometh, clothed with meekness. 

To His standard, sinners, flee !" 

By fair Jordan's holy waters 
Lo, the Baptist sternly stands ; 

Now the kingdom quickly cometh, 
Will ye meet its loud demands ? 

Cast aside your vain oblation. 

Works bring forth for penance meet ; 

Bow before Him, weary-hearted, 
Cast your idols at His feet. 



SAINT JOHN BAPTIST. 109 

This is He, Who cometh after, 

Yet preferred before shall be ; 
He, the latchet of Whose sandals 

None are worthy to set free. 

He in Whom both truth and mercy 

Linked together now for aye ; 
Come with blessings for the weary, 

Countless blessings day by day. 

Sent from God, this blessed message 

Beareth he of Mary's Son ; 
Crying in Judea's wildness. 

As before Him he doth run : 

" Lo, He cometh ! Lo, He cometh ! 

He of Whom the Prophets told ; 
He to Whom the waiting nations 

Turned their hopes in days of old !" 



''®l)e0t0ka0j 



'* Mother of God !" Oh, blessed name I 
Through all the ages still the same ; 
Let men on earth, with holy love, 
Join in the strain, now sung above. 

'^ Blessed art thou !" yea, blessed still, 
Obedient to God's holy will ; 
Though Queen of all the saints in light, 
And Virgin pure, with grace bedight. 

Hail, Mary ! Mother of our God ! 
Still '' handmaid" in the blest abode 
Of perfect spirits, men made just, 
Prophets and Martys, men who trust 

For final bliss to thy dear Son, 
Who by His Blood for them has won 
Eternal rest — perpetual light — 
And triumphed over sin's dark night. 
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" THEOTOKOSr 1 1 1 

Mother of God ! we yield to thee 
As to the Cross we fain would flee ; 
" All but adoring love," and own 
As our Redeemer — Mary's Son. 

Ora pro nobis^ Mother dear, 
As o'er the earth we walk in fear, 
Pray all our sins may pardoned be, 
That we at last may rest with thee ! 



O Thou Good Shepherd, hear ! 

In Thy great love, draw near ! 
See now Thy wayward flock, 

Hungry and torn ; 
Far from the sheltering Rock, 

Weary and worn. 

O Thou Good Shepherd, hear ! 
With pity, now draw near ! 
See how that Wicked One, 

Leading astray. 
By cunning craft has won 
But to betray. 

O Thou Good Shepherd, hear ! 
In mercy, now come near ! 

Back from the trackless waste, 

Lost in the wold. 
Bring us. Thy love to taste, 
Safe in Thy Fold. 

O Thou Good Shepherd, hear ! 
Let Thy sweet grace be near ! 
Grant that each weary one. 

Lost and beguiled. 
May by that grace- be won 
Home from the wild. 

112 



THE GOOD SHEPHERD. 

O Thou Good Shepherd, hear ! 

With tender words draw near ! 

We, in our loving choice, 

Haste to Thy side. 
If but Thy gentle voice 
With us abide ! 

O Thou Good Shepherd, hear ! 
In our great need draw near ! 
Then, of Thy bounteous grace, 

Safe in Thine arms. 
Find we our resting place, 
Free from alarms. 

O Thou Good Shepherd, hear ! 
If we but see Thee near, 
And feel Thy fond caress, 

With gladsome heart 
We to Thy bosom press, 
Ne'er to depart. 



"3 



®l)e Cro00. 



As morning dawns far in the eastern sky 

The sun with glory ushers in the day, 

And we in prayer stretch forth our hands on high ; 

What shadow falls in peace along our way ? 

The Cross ! 

At noon-tide, blazing full upon the earth 
With light effulgent, pouring forth on men 
Its bounteous blessings, or its scorching dearth ; 
Again we pray, and still — what see we then ? 

The Cross ! 

When evening's peaceful shades blot out the day, 
And restful night enfolds the weary heart, 
Once more we spread abroad our hands to pray, 
And still we see — it never will depart ! 

The Cross ! 

Oh children, bear your daily Cross with grace ! 
It comes to lift your souls to God on high, 
That, when you lay it down in death, His Face 
On you may smile, Who won Redemption by 

The Cross ! 



114 



^\)t €r000 of 3e0U0. 



' God forbid that I should glory, save in the Cross of our Lord 
Jesus Christ. 



Oh Blessed Cross ! thine arms did bear 
The great, the One Salvation ; 

From thy sweet wood, all nations share 
The perfect, One Oblation. 

Oh mighty Cross ! Oh bulwark strong, 

When Satan's host assaileth ; 
When foes around our pathway throng. 

Thy wondrous power prevaileth. 

Oh Holy Cross ! Oh Cross most blest, 

On thee our hope dependeth ; 
In thy great shadow is our rest. 

Where grace and mercy blendeth. 

Oh Royal Cross ! break forth in light. 
With strength and peace supernal ; 

Guide us through earth's sad tearful night, 
To bliss and joy eternal. 

Oh Cross of Jesus, Cross of woe ; 

Oh Cross of life unending ; 
Let thy glad light before us go. 

Our heavenward way attending 

115 



Cigl)t of tt)c toorlb. 



'Jesus said, I am the Light of the world." 



Light of the world ! out of the deep we call ! 

Oh, hear our supplicating voice 
From out the deep, where darkness doth appall 

The heart, that fears naught else but Thee. 

Light of the world ! in pity hear our cry ; 

Be not extreme, O Lord, but hide 
What we have done amiss in life's dark way; 

For we Thy wrath can ne'er abide. 

Light of the world ! mercy is found with Thee ! 

For this we walk in holy fear ; 
Though darkness cover, and the gloom surround, 

We wait Thy light, our hearts to cheer. 

Light of the world ! we look to Thee in hope ; 

We wait in faith and holy dread ; 
Trusting in Thee, whose word can never fail ; 

Oh, hear us, lift us from the dead. 
ii6 



LIGHT OF THE WORLD. I17 

Light of the world ! the morning watch doth call 
Our souls in love and hope to Thee : 

Thy light, like day-spring rising in our hearts, 
From sin and death can set us free. 

Light of the world ! in Thee lay Israel's trust, 

Redemption from his sin to find ; 
But mercy mild, with healing in his wings. 

Comes from Thy light, to all mankind. 



penitence. 



O Jesu ! at Thy blessM Feet 

I lay my sinful, weary heart ; 
This holy refuge, my retreat, 

From which I fain would ne'er depart. 

With throbbing heart and trembling frame 
I bow before Thee, Saviour — God : — 

Touched with a sense of guilt and shame, 
I bow me down to kiss Thy rod ! 

O Jesu ! Brother, Friend, and Guide ! 

Plead for me at the Father's Throne ; 
Hide Thou within Thy Wounded Side 

The sins for which Thou didst atone. 

The mem'ry of Thy dripping Cross, 

With outstretched arms Thy love to give, 
Comes to my soul in its dread loss 
And bids me look to Thee and live ! 
ii8 



PENITENCE. ii< 

Ah me ! and must I bear this load. 



This burden great of countless sins : 
And must I tread the weary road, 
Where guilt mine ear forever dins ? 

I think of my rebellious will, 

A grievous, weary, woeful thought ; 

My heart is faint ; — mine eyes now fill 
With tears, for life has been for naught. 

Oh, hide me with Thy Cross of love, 
Pardon and cleanse my sinful soul ; 

Give me at last a place above. 

Where songs of praise forever roll ! 



^b0ratt0n» 



Blessed is He that cometh in the Name of the Lord. 



Jesu ! our Lord and God ! 

We bend the knee to Thee ? 
Adoring, low we bow. 

In faith, Thy Presence see. 

Jesu ! our Lord and God ! 

As suppliants, here we plead 
For pardon, grace, and strength ; 

Oh, hear us in our need ! 

Jesu ! our Lord and God ! 

Hear now our earnest prayer ; 
Oh, take our sins away ! 

Give us Thy love and care. 

Jesu ! our Lord and God ! 

Help Thou our fight with sin, 
Keep Thou our footsteps here, 

Wash Thou our souls within. 



I20 



ADORATION, 

Jesu ! our Lord and God ! 

Adoring, low we fall ; 
All hail ! Thou '' Wonderful !" 

Our God, our all in all ! 

Jesu ! our Lord and God ! 

Our star in earth's dark night. 
Guide Thou our journey through, 

And then — Oh, give us light 1 

Jesu ! our Lord and God ! 

Accept our humble prayer ; 
Watch o'er our wanderings here, 

That we may know Thee there 1 



121 



©Ije 55'ame of lesus. 



At the Name of Jesus every knee shall bow. 



We kneel to Thee, our dearest Saviour ! 

For we need Thy watchful care ; 
We need Thy love and Thy protection, 

To help us here our cross to bear. 

We kneel to Thee, our dearest Saviour ! 

None else can save us, Lord, but Thee; 
Thine earthly mission was to sinners. 

And such we own ourselves to be. 

We kneel to Thee, our dearest Saviour ! 

'Tis Thy great love that bids us come; 
Oh, speak to us the words of comfort 

That gave the sinning thief a home! 

We kneel to Thee, our dearest Saviour ! 

Sin brings us to Thee in our need : 
Oh, loving Shepherd of the outcast, 

Hear now as we for pardon plead ! 

122 



THE NAME OF JESUS. 123 

We kneel to Thee, our dearest Saviour ! 

Nor wait we for another call ; 
For Thou hast bid us come when weary, 

And offer* d pardon, free to all. 

We kneel to Thee, our dearest Saviour ! 

Naught but Thy grace can save us now ; 
Oh, Saviour ! hear our earnest pleading. 

Hear, as before Thy cross we bow. 

We kneel to Thee, our dearest Saviour ! 

Oh, hear us, pity, and forgive; 
Look on us with Thine eyes of mercy, 

And bid us look to Thee and live ! 



€r)emng j^gmn. 



" The day goeth away, the shadows of the evenmg are stretched 
out." 



Sweet Saviour ! Guide of every day, 
Hear, as at eventide we pray, 
That through the fleeting hours of night, 
Thy watchful love may be our light. 

Lighten the darkness of our souls, 
As sin its awful blackness rolls. 
And through the night, with tender care. 
Protect and save from every snare. 

From thrall of sin, let Thy great power 
Be with, and guard each passing hour ; 
From sickness, danger or alarm, 
From lurking foe, from fear or harm. 

O cleanse us, Lord, from every stain, 
Each sinful thought do thou restrain ; 
And while from toil we rest in sleep ; 
Do Thou our souls in mercy keep. 

Bless us this night with sweet repose, 
And, as the shadows round us close. 
May we reclining on Thy breast, 
Find there the path to endless rest. 
124 



fox%mmsQ. 



Forgive, and thou shalt be forgiven." 



O Jesu ! Thou the wrath of man 

His hate and fury tasted : 
While his salvation Thou didst plan 
He to destruction hasted. 
Thy Hands he bound, 
Thy Head he crowned, 
Thy Precious Blood he wasted. 

The scoffing crowd before Thee stood, 

The ribald throng was jesting ; 
While hanging on the cursed wood. 
The thorns Thy Brow investing. 
The dying thief. 
In all Thy grief, 
Was Thy great pity testing. 

Shall I forget, O Saviour mine ! 

How woe and love were blended ? 
And, asking mercy such as Thine 

May be to me extended, 

125 



126 FORGIVENESS. 

With angry heart 
Refuse my part 
To those who have offended ? 

Forgive me, Lord, my grievous sins. 

Oh, hear my earnest pleading ! 
And as my prayer Thy pardon wins 
Let me, my duty heeding. 
With grateful song 
Forgive each wrong 
That is forgiveness needing. 

Forgive, O Lord ! each bitter word ; 

And for their hate give blessing. 
Let this, my prayer, in heaven be heard, 
And I, my love expressing. 
In songs of praise 
My voice will raise. 
Thy mercy great, confessing. 



^gmn for a iHtsston. 



Ho, every one that thirsteth, come ye to the waters. 



Come, drink at the fountain of love and of peace, 

Ye weary, wan travellers, come ! 
Come, taste the sweet waters of mercy and grace. 

That flow from our Heavenly home ! 

*Tis Jesus now bids you, — oh, come at His call. 
Though weary and worn you may be ; 

His pity and bounty extend to you all, 
Oh, come ! that His love you may see. 

The merciful Saviour, Who died on the Cross, 
With outstretching arms to the world, 

There opened the fountain that flows without loss. 
And His banner of love unfurled. 

Come, lay down the burden of sin and of woe. 
Though red and like crimson it be ; 

The Saviour will cleanse it, and whiter than snow ; 
His pity will bid you go free. 

127 



128 HYMN FOR A MISSION, 

Oh, let not His sorrows for you be in vain ! 

Will you His great bounty abuse ? 
He poured out His blood that your souls He might 
gain; 

How can you such mercy refuse ? 

Ho ! come to the waters ! the waters so free ! 

Come all that by sin are oppressed ! 
The crucified Saviour cries, ** Come now to Me," 

** Ye weary ones, come to My rest !" 

Ho ! come to the waters ! the waters of light ! 

Both Spirit and Bride bid you come ; 
Come, all who are burdened with sin's weary blight, 

Come, come to your Heavenly home ! 

Ho ! come to the waters ! the waters of life ! 

Come, buy without money or price ! 
Who drinks at this fountain shall know no more strife 

With sin's blackened armor of vice. 

Come, drink at the fountain of love and of peace, 

Ye weary, wan travellers, come ! 
Come, taste the sweet waters of mercy and grace. 

That flow from our Heavenly home ! 



Centen ^gmn. 



■ And I, if I be lifted up, will draw all men unto Me. 



Thy lifting up the world shall draw 
O Saviour Christ, with wond'ring awe, 
In answer to Thy loving law. 
In Thy great peace to rest. 

O Saviour ! crucified for me. 

With outspread arms on that dread tree ; 
To Thy embrace, for love I flee, 
In Thy great peace to rest. 

Here, in Thy bleeding, wounded Side, 
Where mercy, truth and love abide, 
The burden of my soul I hide 
In Thy great peace to rest. 

Amid the gloom of earth's dark night, 

My heart, oppressed with sin's foul blight, 
Turns back to Thee, the source of light, 
In Thy great peace to rest. 

Touched by Thy pity, full and free, 
A sacrifice for sin — for me ; 

I bring my burden. Lord, to Thee, 
In Thy great peace to rest. 



129 



€l)ilbrea 



O Jesu, Lord ! Thou art the Way 
Through this dark world of sin ; 

Our outward pathway day by day, 
Our light, our life within. 

O Jesu, Lord ! Thou art the Truth, 
By which we know the Way ! 

In all the dangers of our youth 
Thou art our hope and stay. 

O Jesu, Lord ! Thou art the Life 

Of every loving heart ; 
Keep us, O Lord, from sin and strife, 

To us Thy grace impart. 

O Jesu, Lord ! In Thy dear Name, 

That source of living light. 
We find love's best and brightest flame, 

Our guide for day or night. 

O Jesu, Lord ! We trust in Thee, 

Eternal fount of grace ! 
And to Thy Cross in faith we flee, 
To find our resting-place. 
130 



MmBakm. 



" That great city, Jerusalem. 



Jerusalem ! Jerusalem ! 

I long to see thy walls, 
To know the glory of the home 

To which my Saviour calls. 

I long to feel the touch of peace 

From Jesu's loving Hand ; 
And, with the dear ones gone before, 

In thy sweet groves to stand. 

I long to be beyond the reach 

Of sorrow, and of sin, 
Where Satan's power no heart can touch, 

Nor earthly glories win. 

Sweet vision dear, of holy peace. 

My heart for thee doth pine ; 
My weary soul cries out for thee. 

My Father's home — and mine ! 

O happy home ! Oh blissful rest ! 

O walls of ageless light ! 
For thee, for thee, my eager feet. 

Press on through earth's dark night. 

131 



132 JERUSALEM. 

Jerusalem ! Jerusalem ! 

I come, I come to thee ! 
Enclose me with thy pearly gates, 

From pain and sin set free. 



^\)m Jbrcoer. 



"The heavens are Thine, the earth also is Thine.' 



Gracious Father, ever guide me, 
Keep my wayward heart beside thee, 
Thy good Angels watch and lead me, 
In Thy pastures tend and feed me, 

So shall I be Thine. 

Jesu, Lord, Thy love has bought me, 
I with laggard steps have sought Thee ; 
Hear my pleading, Lord, and save me, 
In Thy fountains ever lave me, 

So shall I be Thine. 

Holy Spirit, I implore Thee 
As I worship and adore Thee, 
Let Thy loving strength uphold me 
And Thy gracious wings enfold me. 

So shall I be Thine. 

Triune God ! I now beseech Thee 
In Thy goodness, ever teach me 
How to follow, how to find Thee, 
In Thine Arms forever bind me. 

So shall I be Thine. 
133 



(Except 3t Site 



The grain of wheat must surely die, 
The life therein in death must lie 
Or never cometh forth the fruit. 

But from this death upsprings a life 
Of beauteous vigor, rich and rife 
With full abundance in the ear. 

So man in death must erstwhile lie, 
Awaiting till the welcome cry : 

" Come forth ! Come forth to Me and life ! " 

Then, on the morn of that glad day 
Which bids him rise and come away, 
He brings with joy his little sheaves 

And lays them at the Master's feet. 
Who only, makes them fit and meet 
For use and service near His Throne. 



134 



^htsk liMts, 



From The Church Magazine, Philadelphia, 1886. 



"Churchmen generally will be interested in the following ver- 
sion of that grand old hymn * Adeste Fideles,^ which has for ages 
voiced the Church's exultant commemoration of the Saviour's 
birth. The fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, ninth, and tenth stanzas 
are additions to the original, composed by Rev. H. G. Eatter. 
son, D.D., who has had the hymn arranged and set to the old 
music for a Christmastide Processional." 

O come, all ye faithful, 
Joyful and triumphant, 
O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem ; 
Come and behold Him 
Born, the King of Angels ; 

O come^ let us adore Him, 
O come, let us adore Him, 
O come, let us adore Him, Christ the 
Lord. 

God of God, 
Light of Light, 
Lo ! He abhors not the Virgin's womb ; 

135 



136 ADESTE FIDELES. 

Very God, 

Begotten, not created ; 

O come, let us adore Him, etc. 

Sing, choirs of Angels, 
Sing in exultation, 
Sing, all ye citizens of heaven above : 
Glory to God in the highest, all glory ; 
O come, let us adore Him, etc. 

Sing, watching Shepherds, 
Hymns of adoration : 
Sing with the Angels, 
Glad songs of Praise. 
Glory to God in the highest, all glory ; 
O come, let us adore Him, etc. 

Come, wandering Magi, 
Bend the knee before Him ; 
Lay down your treasures 
Before your dread King ! 
Glory to God in the highest, all glory ; 
O come, let us adore Him, ete. 

O sing Alleluia ! 
Cherubim and Seraphim; 
Fill ye the starry depths 
With rapt'rous praise ! 
Glory to God in the highest, all glory ; 
O come, let us adore Him, etc. 



ADESTE FIDELES. 137 

O come all ye people, 
Come with joy and gladness ; 
O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem ; 
See in a Manger 
The King of every Kingdom ; 
O come, let us adore Him^ etc. 

Yea, Lord, we greet Thee, 
Born for us, of MARY ; 
Jesu, to Thee be glory given ; 
Word of the Father, 
Now in flesh appearing ; 

O come^ let us adore Hiin^ etc. 

The God, God eternal ; 

Light from Light proceeding, 
Comes in His meekness 

To beasts of the stall. 

Come, bend before Him, 
Bring your Pure Oblation ; 

O come, let us adore Him, etc. 

Hail ! God ! Incarnate ! 
Son of the Father, 
Born of a Maiden, a Maiden most pure. 
Glory and honor 
We give to Thee our Saviour ; 

O come, let us adore Him, 
O come, let us adore Him, 
O come, let us adore Him, Christ the 

Lord. 

A??ie?i. 



138 ADESTE FI DELES. 

The Latin version, including Dr. Batterson's additions, is by 
the late Rev. W. E. Snowden, of blessed memory. 

Adeste Fideles, laeti triumphantes, 
Venite, venite in Bethlehem, 
Natum videte Regem Angelorum ; 
Venite, adoremus Dominum. 

Deus de Peo, Lumen de Lumine, 
Eu ! non abhorruit Virginus uterum. 
Verus est Deus, genitus non factus, 
Venite, adoremus Dominum. 

Chori Angelorum cantate, exultantes, 
Omnes cantate, cives ccelorum, 
Gloria clamantes, in excelsis Deo ; 
Venite, adoremus Dominum. 

Pastores vigilantes cantate, adorate. 
Cum Angelis sonantes hymnos jubili, 
Gloria clamantes, in excelsis Deo. 
Venite, adoremus Dominum. 

Adeste atque Magi, Natum adorate, 
Oiferte dona vestra Regis ad pedes, 
Gloria, cantates, in excelsis Deo ; 
Venite, adoremus Dominum. 

Cherubim et Seraphim cantate Alleluia ! 
Coelum et Stellas implete jubilis, 
Gloria clamantes, in excelsis Deo. 
Venite, adoremus Dominum. 



ADESTE FIDELES. 139 

Adeste omnes gentes, gaudentes, gratulantes, 
Venite, venite in Bethlehem : 
Videte in praesaepi terrae omnis Regem : 
Venite, adoremus Dominum. 

Te Deum salutamus natum de Maria, 
Jesu, Patris Verbum, sit Tibi gloria, 
Deus manifestus hominis in Carne. 
Venite, adoremus Dominum. 

Deus seternus. Lumen de Lumine, 
Partus inter boves Ille humilis adest. 
Venite, adorate, offerte dona vestra : 
Venite, adoremus Dominum. 

Ave, Incarnate, Patris Unigenite, 
Nate Marine purse Virginis : 
Gloria et honor nostro Salvatori : 
Venite, adoremus Dominum. 



WANDERERS, 



One sometimes finds verses taken up by others, and so altered 
as to be almost beyond recognition. Those which follow have 
appeared in so many shapes and under so many signatures, one 
wonders if they have lost their identity. 

Any one who may so desire, is at liberty to use any of my 
verses, provided they make no alteration ; for, as John Wesley 
said of his own hymns, and those of his brother Charles : "As 
they cannot make them, so they cannot mend them." 



JDear ©uiMng Presence. 



In 2'hy Presence is fuhiess of joy, ^ 



Dear guiding Presence, lead us as we go 

Trembling and fearful through life's wilderness ; 

Thy benediction grant, Thine aid bestow 
In doubt, temptation, danger and distress. 

So shall our grief be joy, our pain be blest, 

Our night be morning, and our labor rest. 

Dear guiding Presence, oft our pilgrim way 
Is strewn with trials and beset with snares : 

Oh, in our need, be thou our strength and stay, 
Remove our dangers, and relieve our cares. 

For leaning ever on Thy loving breast. 

Our doubts and fears are gently lulled to rest. 

Dear guiding Presence, through the world's vain joys. 

Amidst the turmoil of our daily life 
Be Thou our refuge from the heat and noise ; 

Our calm in tempest, and our peace in strife ; 
For whether tried, or wearied, or distress'd. 
Thy loving Presence giveth light and rest. 

* I am only responsible for the present form of this beautiful 
little poem. It appeared originally in England. 

143 



144 



DEAR GUIDING PRESENCE. 



Dear guiding Presence, guard and comfort still, 
When death's grim shadows close upon our eyes, 

Our fears dispel, our hearts with gladness fill, 
And bring us, joyful, to Thy Paradise. 

There, safely sheltered on Thy loving breast, 

Our souls shall dwell in everlasting rest. 



0elf-0urren&er. 



Laid on Thine Altar, O my Lord divine ! 

Accept my gift this day for Jesu's sake ; 
I have no jewels to adorn Thy shrine, 

Nor any world-famed sacrifice to make ; 

But here I bring within my trembling hand, 
This Will of mine, a thing that seemeth small, 

And only Thou, dear Lord, canst understand. 
How when I yield Thee this, I yield mine all. 

Hidden therein, thy searching Eye can see. 
Struggles of passion, visions of delight ; 

All that I have, or am, or fain would be. 
Deep love, fond hopes, and longings infinite. 

It has been wet with tears, and dim with sighs ; 

Clinched in my grasp till beauty it has none ; 
Now from Thy footstool, where it vanquished lies. 

One prayer ascends — O Lord ! Thy will be done. 

Take it, O Father, ere my courage fail. 

And merge it so in Thine own Will, that e'en 

If in some desperate hour, my cries prevail 

And Thou give back my gift, it may have been 

* This hymn has appeared in different parts of the country under 
various signatures, not one of whom, has the slightest claim to 
authorship. 



146 SELF-SURRENDER. 

So changed, so purified, so fair have grown, 
So one with Thee, so filled with peace divine, 

I may not know or feel it as my own, 

But gaining back my will, may find it Thine. 



fc €arctf) for ^[)tt. 



" God is our hope and strength ; a very present help in time of 
trouble." 

Above His Throne are sweet eternal calms, 
With strong, glad music of unending psalms, 
And bliss unruffled by the noise of strife ; 
How can He care for my short, troubled life ? 

Can it be true that it is aught to Him, 
That nights are long, and all the days are dim ? 
Can He be touched by all the grief I bear, 
Which chills the heart and whitens every hair ? 

And yet I would that He should care for me. 
Here in the world, where many sorrows be ; 
Where light fades out from every path I take, 
Where strength is feeble, and where friends forsake ; 

Where shadows hang above, the whole day long. 
And I am bowed with shame and grief and wrong ; 
Wherein I do no good, and deeper shade 
Of conscious sin, makes all my heart afraid ; 

* This bit of verse, has been " taken up " here and there, and in 
many instances, so changed as almost to lose its oreginal meaning. 

There is nothing new in the thought, and my only claim to it, 
is its present form. 



148 HE CARETH FOR THEE. 

Where love and music once did sweetly bless, 
Where now 'tis silence and all loneliness, 
With life-song changed to tears and sobbing prayers ; 
My heart cries out for God, Who knows and cares. 

This busy world has far too much to do 

To stay its onward course and help me through ; 

I cry then for a helper : can it be 

That He, Who made the worlds, will care for me ? 

O wondrous story of a deathless love ! 
Each child is dear to that great Heart above ; 
He fights for me when I've no strength to fight, 
He comforts me in deepest gloom of night. 

He lifts the burden with His hand so strong, 
He stills the sigh and wakes the voice in song, 
And sorrow's burden now for me He bears, 
And loves and pardons me because — He cares. 

O sad and sorrowful ! Take heart again ! 
We're not alone in our dark hours of pain ; 
Our Father sees us from His throne above. 
And He will soothe us with His boundless love. 

He will not leave us, though the storm is high, 
And we are safe^for HE the LORD is nigh. 
Can that be trouble, which our Lord will share ? 
O rest in peace ! for He the Lord, will care. 



®l)c ©apestrg tocauera.^ 



BY ANSON G. CHESTER. 



I. 

Let us take to our hearts a lesson — no lesson can 

braver be, 
From the ways of the tapestry weavers on the other 

side of the sea. 

Above their heads the pattern hangs, they study it 

with care — 
The while their fingers deftly move, their eyes are 

fastened there. 

They tell this curious thing besides, of the patient, 

plodding weaver ; 
He works on the wrong side evermore, but works for 

the right side ever. 

It is only when the weaving stops, and the web is 

loosed and turned. 
That he sees his real handiwork — that his marvellous 

skill is learned. 

* I venture to add to these wanderers this exquisite bit of verse 
by Mr. Chester, that it may be preserved as he wrote it. 

149 



150 THE TAPESTRY WEAVERS. 

Ah, the sight of its delicate beauty, how it pays him 

for all his cost ! 
No rarer, daintier work than his, was ever done by the 

frost. 

Then the master bringeth him golden hire, and giveth 

him praise as well, 
And how happy the heart of the weaver is, no tongue 

but his own can tell. 



The years of man are the looms of God, let down from 

the place of the sun. 
Wherein we are weaving ever, till the mystic web is 

done. 

Weaving blindly, but weaving surely, each for himself 

his fate ; 
We may not see how the right side looks, we can only 

weave and wait. 

But, looking above for the pattern, no weaver hath need 

to fear. 
Only let him look clear into Heaven — the Perfect 

Pattern is there. 

If he keeps the face of the Saviour, for ever and 

alway in sight, 
His toil shall be sweeter than honey, his weaving is 

sure to be right. 



THE TAPESTRY WEAVERS. 15 x 

And when the work is ended, and the web is turned 

and shown, 
He shall hear the voice of the Master, it shall say to 

him, " Well done ! " 

And the white-winged angels of Heaven, to bear him 

thence, shall come down : 
And God shall give him gold for his hire — not coin, 

but a glowing crown ! 



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